Just had a nice little adventure with a giant freakin' wasp. I hate those little bastards. I'm allergic to bees and wasps. Never used to be afraid of them until I got stung and swelled up like a balloon.
I waited until it sat on the light fixture for a second, then sprayed the hell out of it with Scrubbing Bubbles. The last time I did this, to the wasp that stung me, twice, incidentally, the wasp dropped like a stone. This one? Ooooh noooo. It started doing slow, low circles around the kitchen. Lovely.
So I took off into the bathroom and shut the door, can of scrubbing bubbles gripped tightly in one hand. My little guy was scared because his door was shut (I didn't want the wasp to get in there), so I slooooowly opened the door a few inches, peeked out, made sure the coast was clear, then ran into my room and snagged the phone before darting across the hall to my little guy's room.
I called my fella and told him we were holed up in the bean's room. He said to wait until he got home and he'd slay the wasp for me. So the bean and I waited, listening for sounds of daddy coming home. I wasn't at all happy at the fact that I was cowering in a room from a friggin' wasp. This sucked. Large. I glowered at the closed door, Scrubbing Bubbles still grasped in my hand. I wasn't letting go of that can for nothin'.
The bean thought it was a riot. He kept telling me that the bee was going to bite me in the eye, and then giggling hysterically. He is a boy through and through.
So the bean and I waited for daddy to come home and listened to the racket in the kitchen. You'd swear he was killing a moose out there. Eventually the noise died down and we heard Jeff's footfalls coming down the hall. I breathed a sigh of relief. He'd killed the little bastard! The wasp was dead! I could breathe again.
But no. The wasp was missing. The noise was from Jeff knocking things around trying to scare the little bugger out from its hiding spot. Didn't work. But I bet any other little critters that may be hanging around are shaking in their boots.
So it's still missing. Have no idea where it is. Awesome.
I'm just hoping it found a spot to die and is dead as a doornail right now.
*Sigh* Not good.
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2 comments:
Don't you just love little boys. I love the story that he was telling you that a bee will bite you in the eye. I am sorry but I had to LOL when I read it.
My little fella thought it was funny to say "daddy pane ash" (daddy's plane crash) and doing the hand movement of a plane crashing. He did this when daddy was gone for training. But when the little bean saw Nanna Julie's plane landed he stop the plane crashing thing, and now planes land nicely.
Jeannie, I was thinking about you the last couple of days. Was gonna send you an email. I need to call you soon. I'll try and get you on the phone this weekend.
And yes, little boys are the best! He says all kinds of stuff like that. And I was laughing when he kept saying the bee was going to bite me in the eye. It was hysterical.
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