Ooops, sorry everyone.
It’s been busy as ever around here. And my ears are pounding a bit…but only softly, so it’s more of a mild irritation than the sheer agony that it was a few weeks ago.
Well, the wasps in the basement are dead, according to RegularDad. He went down there with a can of something that looked quite ominous (and much more serious than my pitiful can of floral-scented Raid) and came back up five minutes later with smug satisfaction written all over his face.
But did you find the nest? I asked.
Not yet, he said. But I will.
Look, we need to find the nest, I said. Seriously.
I know…we will, he said.
He’s been on laundry detail until we find the nest. Every time he goes down with some clothes, or to do something else, I ask him when he comes back up: see any wasps down there?
Nope, he says. Not a one.
But I just know, deep in my heart, that the minute I go myself, it’ll be a swarm. I just know it. So, I haven’t been down there yet. And the laundry is piling up, despite RegularDad’s best efforts. He does work quite a bit these days. And nights. And weekends. (Sigh.)
It’ll be cold tonight. Cold enough that maybe tomorrow I’ll venture down with a load of towels or something because the cold air will make whatever live wasps are left (if any) all sluggish.
Wish me luck, and send more Raid.
As for the wasp upstairs that my 7-year-old claims to have seen? I’m happy to report that the following afternoon we finally spotted it, and it was indeed a wasp. I don’t know where he spent the night and day hiding, but when we finally found him, he was crawling on the drapes behind the TV. I sprayed him with so much Raid that he stuck to the curtain for about 18 hours after he died. And the place smelled like a florist’s worst nightmare for almost as long.
I am SO ready for winter.
I was starting to wonder if the wasps had carried you off.
Nope. I’m still here. And I’ve ventured into the basement a few times for laundry chores, and so far, no more wasps. But I’m still leery of them. Ugh. In fact, it’s almost time for me to venture down there again with another load of wash. Sigh. The laundry just never ends, you know?
Glad you got you some catch up sleep. Something about them little x-tra naps do wonders.