It happened again today, Diane. This time I was in the kitchen minding my own business when I spied another wasp in the house, ironically on the same day I published this post. My hunter/gatherer was in the garage–on the other side of the kitchen door–when I started hollering for help. He came in, I got the fly swatter, and the wasp could not be found. MG went back into the garage. The wasp emerged from its hiding place to terrorize me. It was crawling upside down on the soffet above the kitchen cabinets. I thought about “manning up” and killing it myself for about a millisecond and then hollered for MG. My hunter/gatherer came back in, I pointed to his prey and held out the flyswatter. He dispatched it with one swat and a stomp for good measure.
Actually, I was a lot braver before I got stung. Before then, I didn’t know how much a wasp sting hurt. Now that I know, like you I don’t want to do anything to make those nasty beasties mad at me.
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