The wasps continue to test me and search out my weakness.
This time they sent a spy into the enemy camp: my sewing room. They deployed one of their ninjas to wait in the dormer window grilles. He was so stealthy that I didn’t see him until I sat down and took a bite of my Frosted Mini Wheats.
There was a delay, during which I gulped down some of the chunks of chewed up mini wheats. It was a loud and slow “Glnnpp” sound. Then, I jumped up, shrieking and dropping little bits of wheaty goodness along the way. I figured I was leaving a tasty trail for the crafty bugger to chase me all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
As I was running away screaming he was probably thinking, our plan of intimidation is working. Though, the smidgen of rational thought left in me imagined that he probably just thought, was it something I buzzed? (Even my rational self has its issues.)
My husband heard me screech and eliminated it for me.
Once I stopped shaking and hyperventilating, I inched up the stairs walking like a ballerina in Pointe slippers.
I had plans to make little draft dodgers to keep the heat from coming under the gaps in the attic spaces upstairs. While I know that this is probably not the way that the enemy entered, this event prompted me to start making some of the “hot air hinderers” that I’ve been planning. I’ll add a separate post about those immediately following this anecdote.
Once the adrenaline from the wasp encounter had dissipated, so did my desire to finish more of these draft dodgers. I finished one, cut out the material for several others, and put them aside.
My fervor was reawakened by the appearance of yet another wasp in my dormer window today. At first I thought it was a large flying ant, but upon closer inspection I could see that it was one of my adversaries. It had a smaller stature, but by no means did it have a smaller weapon. It had, at least, a ¼ inch stinger protruding from its rear. I know this because after I sprayed it, I had to look at it as I was attempting to pick it up with a paper towel. I couldn’t get the wretched thing in the paper towel and I kept thinking it was still moving. After a short struggle and a lot of squealing I managed to get the blasted intruder in the trash.
In an effort to diminish my fear, I’ve been trying to learn as much as I can about wasps. Knowledge should lead to less fear, right? I believe it has helped a bit already.
I determined that the types that I’ve seen indoors so far have either been paper wasps or solitary wasps.
They have long thin bodies, small waists, and are dark brown and orange. The wasps that fit this description are supposedly the least aggressive and some of the more beneficial (when not around the house or in the house, obviously). The ones that I got stung by were yellow jacket wasps. Many people mistakenly refer to yellow jackets as bees, but they’re actually wasps. They like to build nests under wood, dead plant matter and underground. We have a few yellow jacket nests around our backyard that we’re working on getting rid of.
As my husband has tried to get me to acknowledge, this fear shouldn’t be something that rules my life. After the encounter today, I think there may yet be hope for me. I’m determined to tackle this fear.
My husband watched Batman Begins the other day—one of his many viewings per year. It made me think that maybe I should take a cue from Batman and use my fear to my advantage, in order to overcome it. No, I don’t mean that I’m going to call myself Wasp Woman and go around fighting baddies (Why didn’t a super hero or villain like this ever make it into the Marvel comics collection? Is there one? Correct me if I’m wrong here, I’m not a comic nerd).
I am, however, going to use wasps as inspiration for a sewing project. Hmm…More on that later.