Ok, so I haven’t had much time to blog lately.  I’ve been really busy, but thats not really a good excuse.  I havent had much exciting to blog about.  NO, thats not true either.  I’ve had alot to blog about.  Just to busy to do it.  NO More Excuses.

I’m blogging today because you may find this funny.  Yesterday, I saw a wasp in my bathroom.  I didn’t do anything about it.  In hindsight, that was a big mistake.

I always have felt that if you remain calm and don’t swing at them, shush them away or generally freck out over their presents they will leave you alone.  I do not get alarmed if one is near me.

Ok, so last night, getting ready for bed, I got in, and started pulling the covers over me.  All in a matter of seconds, the wasp was inbetween my legs and the covers, stinging my leg, several places.  I reached down to swish him off my leg and he stung my finger.  He was gone now, but where did he go?  I know I didn’t kill him.  It was a terrible thing, hurting in so many places.

I was up off and on all night thinking about the wasp.  Didn’t want to get stung again, or step on him.

In the morning, we find the wasp on a towel, drapped over the bathtub.  Bryan starts looking around for something to kill it with.  My first reaction was to pick up my hair brush, and kill it for the little sucker stinging me. On the way to kill it, I had a change of heart.  He didn’t do it on purpose.  I scared him, and he didn’t mean to hurt me.  So I asked Bryan to open the sliding glass door, I picked up the towel he was on, and took him outside.  I said, be free, and he flew away.

Bryan said I was the only women he knew that would release a wasp after being stung.  Am I crazy or what?  I feel all creatures have a purpose, just not in my house.