For the third time in three years, I had an unwelcome visitor into my quaint North Dallas apartment. I had just completed 30 minutes on the treadmill and walked back into the living room soaked in my own sweaty filth when I heard a familiar and unsettling buzzing.
My fear was realized when I saw the winged, long hanging legged, vile creature fly up from a lamp shade. Then the varmint flew out of sight and I was presented with an even bigger problem: There is a wasp in my apartment – and I have no idea where it is.
I still had to shower and I knew there were bright lights shining from the bathroom. So, I did what any grown man would do. I picked up my Raid Wasp spray and walked into the bathroom.
I heard no buzzing and I sensed no danger.
Placed the Raid on the edge of the tub and showered. Cleaned up and clothed myself. Then walked back into the living room.
All is quiet. This is not good. The wasp is resting somewhere. Apparently, infiltrating my apartment and dancing with the lamp meant it was time for a mid-morning nap.
My fear worsens as I can only picture what is bound to occur in several hours after I return home: Enter my apartment, shatter the darkness with the flip of a switch and out of the dark the evil example of a disgusting pest aims right for my face. I drop my bag on my foot, injuring myself and fall to the floor. Then, it attacks me.
As my worry turns to the realization that I am not as strong as a man as I wished, I sat at my computer to check traffic on Central Expressway.
The buzzing continues.
Grab the Raid, run to the window and BOOM!
The wasp is dead.
The wasp is dead.
