Little flying ant-like bugs have invaded our office — I just took out two of the blighters here at my desk.
But that’s not as much fun as last night… Just as I got settled into bed, the cat raced up onto me, her eyes locked on some small, moving target, and paws batting at my chest. It took a few moments to figure out what she was after — I had a wasp crawling on my stomach.
Did I mention that wasps are my number one insane phobia?
Oh yeah… I freaked out. Rather gloriously.
So I ran downstairs, procured my weapon of choice (the vacuum), and rushed back upstairs to prepare for battle. The vacuum, of course, is the cat’s nemesis, so she took the opportunity to puff up and flip out as well. By this point, the wasp had figured out that it needed to find some cover, and had slipped behind the giclee above the headboard.
I consider it a small miracle that in the ensuing moments, I managed to not break anything, which is really quite surprising given the combination of the late hour, my state of panic, the cat’s state of panic, and the number of things that ended up knocked over and/or on the floor. The battle was not a pretty thing, but I emerged victorious, and was able, eventually, to sleep.
One minor note of joy: I have just been informed that Tuesday’s live mouse was last seen running into my cube. Fabulous.
- Mood:tired
- Music:Pink Floyd - “Atom Heart Mother Suite”
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LOL, I’m sorry, but that’s a really funny story!
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trygve, I have to admit that was funny.) You and the cat freaking out together. It must have been… amazing.
On a sympathetic note: I had a small wasp/bee fly into my car and land on my mouth while I was driving home yesterday. Since swatting and/or flailing would have been very bad ideas while trying to drive, I had to frantically blow air out of my nose (read, snort) in an attempt to make it fly off.
It finally did, and I managed not to hit anybody with my car while I concentrated on the wasp.
I want to have sympathy for you, but I don’t.
I grew up in a trailer (until I was about 15 or so) in Texas. In Texas, the bugs are big. Really big. Being in a trailer, we would have roaches come in sometimes.
Well, once a year we would spray the house for roaches. The roaches didn’t like this. They would climb up the walls and anywhere they could to get away from the spray. One night I specifically remember trying to hide in my bed while one that was on the far wall decided to fly over to the bed’s headboard.
Just know that I’ve been through this (although I didn’t have a cat running around nor the energy to go and get something to kill it - I was just petrified).
wow… that’s a lot of effort to go through to kill a single bug. I’m impressed. I would have just shouted go away! at it, hid under some blankets and hugged a bear.
Hey Mike
Here’s a funny for you — I am terrified of wasps as well… but I squish them.
Anyhoo — Last summer, I was a new employee at this surveying place, and I have a nice view of the front area porch. There was a wasps’ nest growing on the side of the porch, which I would watch day-in and day-out. Finally, my fellow employees took pity on my twitchiness, and set out to destroy the wasps’ nest.
I decided I would be _very_ brave and watch from the window while they sprayed the nest.
So, while I was watching the wasps die in agonizing pain, (which they deserved, just for existing on my porch!) my boss, who is a 40 something year old man, who I am taller than, and outweigh by many pounds, decides to grab me from behind and go ZZZZZZZZT!
Now, as you know from experience how jumpy I am. I turned around, looked him in the eye and SLUGGED him full in the chest, which knocked him backwards about 5 feet to slam into my receptionist’s desk, and them fall on the floor, since I had knocked the air out of him. I think I hollered a blood-curdling scream while I was punching him, but I don’t recall. I just remember thinking how I was going to get fired immediately when my boss ran into his office to pop pain pills and get his breath back.
So, Mike, Your story is COMPLETELY understandable, and I empathize with your plight.
Di/Keridwen