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[personal profile] melayneseahawk
So, a wasp got into the room a few hours ago. Now normally, I can take on any bug, but I had a reaction the last time I got stung by one, and C (who was out) is allergic to stings. So I freaked, and got my RA, who also freaked, and who then got the guys to take care of it.

But it gets better. I had the president of our building's student government standing on my bed trying to get the thing out of my light fixture.

He eventually took down the fixture itself and got the wasp out into the hall, where he knocked it out of the air and another guy squashed it with his sneaker. (And then the president came back in to put the fixture back together, even though I said I could handle it, which was kind of sweet.)

I was hiding in the closet from the damned wasp (no jokes on that one, please). And this was all done with the door open and people in the hall, so now everyone probably thinks I'm a spaz as well as a whore, but that's fine.

At least I didn't give the girly shriek when it flew out of the fixture.

Mr. President did. :D

2/10/07 07:24 (UTC)
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[identity profile] tigerlilly2063.livejournal.com
Could've been me! *lol* Exactly my reaction to when a wasp is in the room. Seeing a wasp or hornet just makes me go nuts from one to the other second.

Problem here is that I'm living alone, so all I can do is wait for it to leave the room through the window again on its own. Until then the room is off-limits.
When I was still married it was always my husband's duty to remove it. In return I had to attend to the spiders. ;)

2/10/07 14:39 (UTC)
[identity profile] monkey-matt.livejournal.com
...and again with the laughter causing the involuntary spraying of food items. Tea this time. All over my computer. Though thankfully, no mayonnaise (http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6328680.html?thread=119749992#t119749992)...

2/10/07 14:41 (UTC)
[identity profile] melayneseahawk.livejournal.com
Yeah, it was funny afterwards (though I couldn't help snickering when Mr. President shrieked).

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