Here I was working steadily away (OK, pretending to) and I feel this thing hit my hair by my face.
The first thought was a terrifying one. A wasp. I jumped so high out of my chair that I think I left my socks there. Here I am yelling like a mad woman and running away from it.
You have to understand that we have a wasp problem in our lovely town. Everyone complains about them as they build nest upon nest on your house. You no sooner rid your house of them and they return. I totally dislike them.
Now, I usually am armed with the biggest and fullest can of wasp killer made for mankind. I forgot I used it in the work room the other day. Then I had another flash. The stupid wasp of death that was zooming around me could not be sprayed as I have my 1.5 gallon tank sitting there. GRRRRR
Soon my oldest daughter who was in the downstairs bathroom came up to my area, spray in hand. Was she concerned? Was she sympathetic about my wasp plight? OH NO! She was hysterically laughing at me. Oh HAHA to you missy!
I mean where is the love? At the lost in found of Mom is a crack head department.
Where is the wasp now you might be thinking? I have no idea. As I was jumping and telling my daughter it was not funny and to help me, the darn thing vanished.
Oh, I will locate it. I will rid myself of it. Then move on to prepare for yet another fight with yet another wasp.
***I use bug bulbs in my room and office area. No, it's not sexy and everyone looks ill. It does cut down on the attacks.