When I awoke to this... thing... I had to leave the bedroom to get some stuff to kill it (and to put the clothes on that I grabbed as I left). A firearm briefly entered my mind, but just as quickly I realized that trying to kill a wasp in the bedroom with a .22 rifle left handed was probably not the best choice. So, a can of Wasp Freeze and a large towel. I also made sure to shut the door to the bedroom when I left, so as to not let the wasp get out while I was in the garage. When I came back, the wasp wasn't on the window sill where I left it. It was nowhere to be found. OMG WHERE IS IT?
I thought the best way to deal with this is to go to a hotel and have the house tented and bromide gassed. But I thought that if I could find it before it found me, I could save a little money. The hunt was on. Except I felt like the prey. I'm still wearing a removable cast, a cripple with a weakness, easy prey. What if he had friends? Can I even do this? I'm not confident.
With a broom handle I tentatively poked the half-closed blinds on one of the windows. Nothing. Then the other window. Nothing. I opened the blinds and raised them fully on the second window. Nothing. Head on a swivel checking out the rest of the room, trying to pick up a surprise attack from the rear. I go back to the first window and poke again. I reach for the stick and twist to open the slats a little more.
There it is! Sitting on the top of the sill of the bottom window, right there by the little lock thingy. Sitting there, looking at me through the slat, it's evil body pulsating, pulsating, pulsating. PULSATING!!!
I lay the broom on the awesome Load One Down Inc down comforter/duvet on the bed, and reach for the Wasp Freeze. With my left hand, I push the nozzle on the can and from four feet away it's a direct hit on the wasp! The crowd goes wild! It falls to the floor. I crush it with my shoe. It's dead. Dead-dead! Victory at last!
I yanked on the toilet paper roll as if I were a woman, thereby ensuring I had a sufficient wad of paper to guarantee the stinger won't poke through, picked up the good wasp and flushed my hard-earned trophy down the toilet. I opened the windows a little, turned on a fan to air out the bedroom a little to get rid of the insecticide (that stuff is SO not for indoor use).
I am once again the manly-man of the castle! GGGRRR!!!!
