2:54 am Tuesday morning: The battle rages on. Armed with a shoe box and body spray, I lunge.
Miss. Duck. Retreat. Advance. Spray.
11:32 pm Thursday night: Stand-off.
The laundry basket and art book still strategically sealing-off the garbage can.
I can hear a faint buzzing.
I despise hornets.
5 comments:
Ah! I'm still a bit afraid of them sine our encounter last summer. That was a really painful night at work.
body spray, huh?
AAAAAAAAAAAH! SCARY!!
Heidi, what happened at work? I don't think I heard this story!
I didn't hear this story either!
Um, yeah--body spray. I don't use it often and I couldn't find any aerosol . . .
Perhaps I shall tell the story...next Thursday. :-)
Yes, please! ;)
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