So today I'm doing my usual routine. I grab some toast, make my usual creamed coffee, dress up, and all that good jazz. When I come back there's THIS HUGE ASS INSECT LOUNGING AROUND THE BOTTOM OF MY BLOODY WINDOW. I could recognize it as some kind of wasp but I couldn't tell if it really was due to its massive size, so I asked my aunt about it, and sure enough, it turned out to be a queen wasp. Apparently she had gotten in through the open window and was about to build a nest over the frame when we caught her in the act.
I really, really hate wasps.
Edit note: I must be a victim to muscle memory or something cause for some reason I can't stop calling my aunt my stepmom.
I really, really hate wasps.
Edit note: I must be a victim to muscle memory or something cause for some reason I can't stop calling my aunt my stepmom.