These things better not happen in threes!
So, the gardener came today. I went out the back door to let him in and thought "Huh, there's a wasp hovering near the wall. Shoo, nasty little wasp. Shoo. Nothing for you here"
Gardener gardens. Then knocks on door for money. I come out, see a wasp is still hovering by the wall. By an old pipe thing, in fact.
Me: That was there before ...
Gardener: I think you've got a nest there.
Me: No, no, it's just ... *briefly goes up on tip-toe to look into pipe, sees papery patterns of a wasps nest* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
*quiet sobbing* Fucking wasps, man. I don't like wasps! Now I'll have to pay someone to make the wasps go away! (garderner was all "Don't try to get rid of them on your own." It was kind of him to give this advice but completely unnecessary as I'm practically taping the back door up and trying not to think terrified thoughts about where the fuck that pipe goes or what it's even for ... we are 99% positive that it doesn't go anywhere and that's long been blocked off but WHY IS IT THERE BURN IT, BURN IT ALL ...)
Ugh, all my old fears back with a vengeance. I thought I was really much better about wasps (I used to be really scared of them for years) but now it appears that I am still really easily freaked out by them. At least it wasn't by the front door, I guess!
This is my second displeasing insect encounter this week too, at work I saw what I thought was a hornet. It was MASSIVE, bigger than my little finger and scared years off my life. My boss says it might have been a sawfly but having now googled both, it didn't look much like either of them so clearly it was a SIGN OF THE END OF DAYS.
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Gardener gardens. Then knocks on door for money. I come out, see a wasp is still hovering by the wall. By an old pipe thing, in fact.
Me: That was there before ...
Gardener: I think you've got a nest there.
Me: No, no, it's just ... *briefly goes up on tip-toe to look into pipe, sees papery patterns of a wasps nest* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
*quiet sobbing* Fucking wasps, man. I don't like wasps! Now I'll have to pay someone to make the wasps go away! (garderner was all "Don't try to get rid of them on your own." It was kind of him to give this advice but completely unnecessary as I'm practically taping the back door up and trying not to think terrified thoughts about where the fuck that pipe goes or what it's even for ... we are 99% positive that it doesn't go anywhere and that's long been blocked off but WHY IS IT THERE BURN IT, BURN IT ALL ...)
Ugh, all my old fears back with a vengeance. I thought I was really much better about wasps (I used to be really scared of them for years) but now it appears that I am still really easily freaked out by them. At least it wasn't by the front door, I guess!
This is my second displeasing insect encounter this week too, at work I saw what I thought was a hornet. It was MASSIVE, bigger than my little finger and scared years off my life. My boss says it might have been a sawfly but having now googled both, it didn't look much like either of them so clearly it was a SIGN OF THE END OF DAYS.
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