A little while ago the baby was fretting from up in his crib. He had been taking his nap and woke up a little bit early. So I went up to his room and tried to rock him a little to get him back to sleep. As I was doing so, I kept hearing this buzzzz whack, buzzz whack. Not thinking to look up I just kept rocking and wondered...what is that? Then it buzzed right in front of us and back up to the ceiling...whack. A very large wasp. I tell you, you have never seen a grown woman with a baby move so fast.
Now here's where I should mention that I am petrified of any and all insects, snakes, spiders and really anything that moves and is of minute proportion. But...if my children are involved I become courageous...o.k., maybe not that but...I try really hard to get rid of whatever it is (still there is lots of screaming involved).
So with that in mind, I yelled for my middle girl to come racing in and grab her little brother and whisk him away while I was left alone with...that insect. Armed only with a shoe I conquered my fear and approached the tiny little insect. After SEVERAL minutes of debating on how to do this and lots of failed attempts at throwing the shoe while I stood across the room...I went in for the kill. WHACK! VICTORIOUS!!!!!
I am the wasp slayer...