My post will be quite brief tonight. As I sat down to the computer a few minutes ago, I thought I was hearing the buzzing of a bee, but it was so intermittent that I wasn't sure. Plus there was nothing flying around.
There was nothing flying around, because the wasp was hanging on the chain to the ceiling fan directly above my chair. It was holding on with only it's rear legs as it leaned back chillaxin and cleaning itself. It looked like it was hanging out in its own little invisible recliner. Of course I swatted at it. And of course, I missed.
Go ahead and roll your eyes.
When I hit at it, I turned the fan on which I haven't dusted for a few months. Huge chunks of dust went flying everywhere, and in the confusion of watching them drift about the room, I lost sight of the wasp. I keep thinking I'm feeling him crawl up my leg or into the neck of my shirt. I'm getting a little itchy and even more weirded out as I sit here.
So yeah. Between the wasp, the headache, the cough and slight nausea I think I'm going to call it a night. At least my bedroom is nowhere near the computer room. I may actually get some extra sleep tonight.
I'm really hoping I don't hear any buzzing. We've had a problem the last several years with wasps coming into our bedroom. I hope there are none tonight.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.