Typically I am not afraid of any insects, flying or
crawling. I simply crush, swat, spray or
get out of their way. Yesterday evening
was the exception.
Getting out of the shower, a black waspy looking insect dove
at me suddenly. Grabbing a towel I
quickly exited my small bathroom, scurried through the bedroom and into the hallway.
Shoot! I had 45 minutes to get ready for
my dinner date. Everything I needed was in the now occupied bathroom.
Returning to the bedroom, the calico cat glanced at me and
then back toward the entrance to the bathroom. “Do you see it Mocha?” I asked,
hoping she would for once answer me with human words and not meows. She looked back at me, gold eyes shinning but she said
nothing. I took a step inside the
bathroom and the black flying demon dove toward me again. I let out a scream, ran from the bathroom and
into the hallway. Mocha Kitty, hearing
my screams took off under my bed.
I had to get back in the bathroom. Everything I needed to get
ready for the evening was in that bathroom.
At the very least I needed my hair dryer! Again I crept to the edge of the bathroom
door. Something brushed my ankle. I jumped!
That silly cat had followed me. I
stood for several seconds in the doorway looking in and deciding what I
needed. I grabbed quickly, finally
reaching for my hair dryer in a basket on the top shelve. Bingo!
The black demon came flying out and again I was screaming and
running. The cat was close on my heels, this
time passing me.
I was again standing in the hallway wondering what to do. I
had to go in that bathroom later tonight. I realized I needed reinforcements:
Spray of some sort, a weapon and Wine.
Then I looked at my lack of clothing.
If I was going into battle I was going to need more than a towel. I snuck back into my bedroom, leery that the
black demon could be there lurking, ready to get me. I grabbed my pool dress
and pulled it on.
Downstairs, priorities first: I poured a glass of wine and
drank quickly. I found a can of crawling bug spray. This would have to have to
do. I headed for the stairs but still I needed a weapon in case my aim was bad; I
spotted a flip-flop. I would smash the
black demon if the bug spray didn't kill it instantly.
Bug Spray, flip-flop and wine in hand I firmly walked
upstairs. I stopped at the top to finish
the wine. Inside my bedroom, I slowly
walked to the bathroom thinking I could surprise the unsuspecting black demon. (Rumor
has it they have poor hearing)
I found nothing. This
worried me more. It could be loose in my
bedroom now. Ugh! I
turned on the exhaust fan and shut the door firmly. Maybe the fan would suck it out of there? I was desperate. I got dressed, dried my hair, put on my date face and went out for dinner with my SIO.
It made great dinner conversation.
I have no idea what happen to that black waspy flying demon. SIO is trying to convince me that it is dead
by now. I’m not totally convinced. I’m going to buy a can of wasp spray and keep
my flip-flops by the bathroom door for the rest of the weekend.
Peace. NEPB
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