I awoke this morning to some sort of insect crawling on my face.
In my groggy state I assumed it was the fly I was chasing around the house last night but much to my dismay when i instinctively reached up, grabbed it in the palm of my hand, and closed my fist to capture it, I realized it was no fly but in fact a wasp.
Little bastard stung me right between my index and middle finger at which point i dropped it on the floor. Fortunately, it was in a weakened state and I threw a dirty sock over it and crushed it (yes, I left my dirty socks on the floor beside the bed last night and clearly for good reason). A well deserved shameful end for this unwelcome guest.
I blame this harrowing experience on the dog and her incessant desire to turn the screen door leading to our deck into a revolving door.
Coming soon to a theatre near you grayruby and the Wasp.
Sats for all,
GR