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?

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 48 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Scrum master at Vision Ltd, Dundee. Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and former warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall. Enneagram type FOUR and introvert, I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, write, draw and laugh… a lot.

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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