A Bee in One's Bonnet... Err, house.

It was late in the afternoon. The windows of the house were already open. It was still warm outside but I could feel it starting to cool down. To make use of the slight breeze that would casually blow through, I opened the door that led out to the balcony in hopes that it would cool down the house quicker.

As I worked away, finishing up my latest project, I heard a very faint buzzing over the backround music that was playing on my computer. If it was Radiohead playing, perhaps it might have fit right in and I would never have second guessed the sound. But no. The sound seemed a little odd over the piano and quiet, airy voice of Feist. I looked over at my phone thinking it was sitting too closely to the monitor. That wasn't it.

I slowly glance behind my right shoulder over to the window and there it was. A Wasp. A Hornet. A Yellow Jacket. I couldn't tell. Did it really matter??? All I knew is it wasn't a fly.

I jumped out of my desk chair to the other side of the room and let out a quiet squeal as I turned back to face the window to make sure he wasn't chasing after me. Cause, you know. They do that. I think I literally stood 15 feet away from the window for about 10 minutes just watching him buzz about the window screen. Couldn't he see that the wide open door just to the right of the window was the perfect escape for him? Oh no. He had to try and figure his way out through the stupid window which was blocked by the screen. It was hopeless.

With no boyfriend or husband to come to my rescue, not even a cute, next door neighbor, I call my dad. As I'm explaining my story he puts me on speaker so my mom can join in on the fun. Okay. So I'm a little dramatic. I can hear them attempting to hold back their laughter, but in reality it was quite apparent with all the snickering.

A good hour had passed and my unwelcomed visitor had overstayed his... well, you know. After discussing all the methods of which could be used to get him OUT of MY house, I was still too scared to attempt any of them for fear of my life. I know. I already said I was dramatic. But I had no choice but to suck it up.

I decided to go with the "Closing the Window" method. I would wait for him to stop buzzing around the screen and inch my way toward the window. I swear he was watching me. I would get just close enough and he'd start buzzing around again. This took way too long to accomplish but finally saw him crawling his way up between the glass and the screen. At that moment, I ran over and slammed the window down trapping him behind the glass. Gotcha!

And by morning he was dead.

I know. I'm cruel. I left him there to die a slow death by exhaustion and starvation. I just couldn't put him out of his misery by squishing him. I had visions of a swarm of his buddies coming to his rescue, ready and willing to attack and fight till my death. I wasn't going to have that. Remember, he was the unwelcomed visitor who just invited himself inside.