Hornet’s Nest
There resides above my door, in a crack between the molding of my house and the actual brick, a host of hornets who have decided to build their nest. Though I haven’t been bitten or otherwise bothered by the pests, I decided on a whim that today was their day to perish. It started, really, as a distraction from some of my chores. After witnessing me spray them with a garden hose, Liz informed me I was only likely to piss them off and that I should try the hornet spray she had purchased. So, using a bit more logical sense, I broke out the chemical warfare. This proved to be a non-deadly deed, which only pissed them off measurably more—to the point that they just swarmed around my front entrance planning their next offensive. I know tomorrow’s exit out the door will not be good. And to top it all off, Liz took the side of the hornets in the end. So I have to wonder if it was any use at all, trying to do something about the non-situation in the first place.
We might have to gather up the guys and send an extraction team out to get you.
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