I was just sitting down to write all smug and pleased that I would begin so early in the day, as I tend to put it off with little excuses like 'I'll just check my email first, oh what a interesting link, I should check out those books...' and I find myself listening to a sample of Leonard Nimoy's I Am Spock with no intent on buying, just enjoying the sound of my first TV crush's voice, when movement caught the corner of my eye. Always ready to find spiders and always hoping not, my eyes shot around to fix on the motion. You can enjoy my mind process below...
What the hell is that? Its huge!! Is that... is that a wasp? It's crawling, is it injured? Oh please be injured. Oh crap. I can't deal with spiders in my room let alone wasps! Should I knock on the wall and wake my brother? *hand drifts to wall, eyes not moving from the creature* Oh, there's Sugar! She only eats moths though, and that one ladybug that she spat out later... But she's never seen a wasp! God, its huge. Oh good, Sugar noticed it. Eat it, eat it. Kill it, kill it. Ahh crap, she's just watching. Maaaaaannn. *grabs spiral notebook* If I drop this on it, will it kill it? Not while its on cloth, wait till its on the floorboards. Ready? Three, Two... OH SHIT IT FLEW! *jumps back while the cat jumps forward, only to settle back down as the wasp lands again* Crap crap crap, now what? It's crawled underneath the boxes, I can't see it. Ahh. shit. Okay, out bed *edges around the far side of the bed.* Don't want to start with the objects directly above it... It might fly out at me and I know I'll run screaming... Okay, move this stuff over here first, work your way towards it. Keep an eye on it sugar. Yes, it dissapeared and NOW you want to play with it.
Okay, pillows gone, now a box, ah. There it is. Beneath the second box. okay, looks settled. I need a bigger book. Biig book. Um. But not one of my nice books. Dictionary? Sounds good. Okay, hefty, will smash. OH SHIT ITS FLYING AGAIN. Ohh and Sugar is trying to bat it out of the air. Noo, not BEHIND the computer~! Ah! Landed on the window sill! Okay. I can do this I can do this I can do this. *grips dictionary and lifts it over head. With a mighty WHACK, smashes the wasp head on!* I got it! Okay, still moving! *WHAM WHAM WHAM!* and one for good show *WHAM!*
Dead? Not moving. Touch it? No. Yes need to clean it up. Stinger? Ah. Lots of paper towels. Layers. Yes. *grabs layers of paper towels, cat objects to the loud noise, having run into the hallway* Okay, still no movement. *pokes with papertowels a few times* From the head then, just in case. *grabs and then flushes down the toilet*
...Great, I have to pee. >_<
HOW did it get in the house~! Now I'm paranoid we've a nest somewhere.