Monday, 18 June 2012

It's too early to deal with wasps

It seemed like a normal Monday morning. I knew that I would have to get up early, as my mum needed to know that someone was awake as she had to take my brother to karate. So, half asleep, I dragged myself out of bed and downstairs, said goodbye to my mum, and decided to get some breakfast.

As I chomped away at my toast, I suddenly heard a weird buzzing coming from the other end of the living room. Confused, I glance towards the noise, and realise that someone had let a wasp into the house. The majority of the noise it was making was because it had decided to repetitively fling itself at the lightbulb. Don't ask me why, I'm not a bug. I don't understand their crazy impulses.

Anyway, once I regained my sight from looking into the light from the lightbulb, I realised something. I am incredibly afraid of wasps.

Next thing I know I'm unlocking the patio door to get out of the living room, as I wasn't going to risk my life by walking underneath the wasp's line of fire to get to the other door. I then spent the next ten minutes of my life standing, with bare feet on the damp patio, holding the door open in hopes that the wasp would eventually get a concussion and float out the room.

Then I came to another realisation: I was still in my night clothes. For all the neighbours to see.

I can't imagine what was going through their minds. I suppose it would probably involve the words 'insane', 'odd' and 'stupid', combined with a lot of eye rolling.

In a lame attempt to cover up the fact that I was forced to leave my house because of a bug, I tried to get back into the house through the kitchen door, but to my dismay I found that the keys were in the wrong side, and I couldn't get in. -_-

So, I decided that I would just act like I came outside to look at the pwetty flowers and pretend that I was just so excited to see them that I didn't have time to get changed.

Or get shoes on.

After I almost froze and bored myself to death by looking at the same patch of compost ten times, the wasp finally decided to leave.

I'm not sure whether this embarrassing incident is going to be an indication as to how the rest of my week is going to go...

Wish me luck.

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