Scardy Cat

While it has to be said that I am not afraid of 8-legged creatures, and can’t understand why people would be, wasps are another matter entirely.

Wasps are the beasts of the insect world. They, unlike bumblebees, are out to kill.

At around 1.30 in the am, I got myself into bed, without bothering to switch off the light, because I was being lazy. Stripped as you do, pulled the covers over me and… heard this rather loud buzzing noise. I looked up, and to my horror was a giant monster flying towards me with one intention… TO KILL.

I let out a somewhat girly scream (acceptable because I am a girl) and hid under the covers. When the buzzing had stopped and the creature had taken an interest in my light, I took the opportunity to sneak past the beast. I grabbed the hairspray… but as I sprayed him with the cocktail of chemicals it went insane.

ATTACK… I threw the bottle of hairspray and screamed, had trouble unlocking my bedroom door in the panic, and as soon as I was able ran out of my room and slammed the door behind me.

After being stranded on the landing for a short while, I returned to my room, and waspie features was nowhere to be seen. I inspected my bed sheets, and it appeared that I was safe. Moment later I spotted the great monster sitting on a towel, unable to fly due to a case of sticky wing syndrome. Haha, I thought, I have you right where I want you.

I got the corner of the towel and dragged it out into the hallway – but the creature wasn’t about to give up, and chased me on foot, but I had the upper hand! I sprayed it until it could run no more and had a bit of a fit on my floor.

That’ll teach you to try to kill me beast.

I didn’t quite have the heart to put it out of it’s misery with a book. Instead I picked it up on an envelope and threw it out the window.

Never again will that monster attack moi. DON’T MESS WITH THE ASH!!!!