The Blogtastic Blogfest That Is Getmeoutofthis.net!

The air conditioner in the computer room is a bug magnet. Somehow they manage to crawl through the fucking thing and get in here from time to time. About a week ago, a wasp, of all things, got in here. It wasn’t attacking me or anything. It was just flitting between the two light fixtures and doing its thing. It was a wasp, so I didn’t want to mess with it. I figured it would just die in a day or two.

I was wrong.

I mean, I would have just kept ignoring it, except it made the most annoying buzz. So finally, I decided I was done playing around, and I was going to get rid of the wasp. I grabbed a tissue and approached. It was flying, and I snatched it right out of the air and threw it away! I was kind of proud of myself.

A few minutes later, it was flying around again. I was being too lame! I didn’t really get it!

Pulling on all of my Maya the Bee knowledge from my youth, I figured that if I could get it wet when I caught it, it would be immobilized somewhat, and I wouldn’t have this issue again. So I went and got a Lysol Disinfectant Wipe and pulled the same trick again. I grabbed it in the wipe.

Then it stung me.

I dunno if it hurt more because of the disinfectant or what, but it was completely unpleasant, and I was then on a rampage. I stomped downstairs and asked if there was a flyswatter. Apparently Molly had destroyed the flyswatter. But my dad was ready to fight, making me feel all girly or something. He came up and pulled the same trick as I did… only he was standing on top of a stool, making me worry about him falling onto my computer. He crushed the bug like CRAZY inside the tissue, and thus put an end to it.

FOR NOW.

DUN DUN DUN.