Wasps. Why did it have to be wasps?



While drinking my coffee this morning, I heard a low buzzing sound in my apartment, and there it was: a big red wasp. So I went to my room, grabbed a shoe in right hand and my leather coat in my left (as a make-shift shield), and returned to the den to slay the beast. But he was nowhere to be found. And yet, I know he's still there, lurking about, waiting for me to return, so that he can go for my face.

Actually, he's probably just aimlessly wandering around looking for a place to make a nest, and he just happened to wander into my apartment.

If only Ben the 3/4" Wolf Spider were still alive, I bet he'd take care of that wasp.

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