The Wasp Factory

We appear to be living in an Iain Banks-esque world at the moment: I think that the linen cupboard has turned into a wasp factory! Sunday morning I opened it to be greeted with six wasps flying out at me, in some kind of mad, chaotic formation. I have to admit that I did scream at one point. Before I left for church I’d had to ‘deal with’ over a dozen of the scary blighters. Welcome to wasp armageddon!

Last week, I was shooing them out of opened windows. But my insect tolerance has now reached a peak. As I’m writing this, I can actually hear another one. Now, where’s that copy of Guitarist?

2 thoughts on “The Wasp Factory”

  1. (Sorry, Hedge, your comment got wiped out accidentally while I was deleting comment spam. Nothing personal, I promise. I’ve done it to most commentators on this blog at one point or another.)

    What Hedge said was something like, if this place was turning into a wasp factory could I not find more imaginative ways to deal with them. To which I responded:

    What, like dropping Iain Banks novels onto them from a great height? Actually, I’m not terribly proud of the ways that I’ve (often out of slight panic and desperation) seen off some of the wasps. I won’t go into details, but crushing certainly seems to be the most effective and quickest method.

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