So I brought the boys home this evening and noticed a dark spot on the mini-blinds. A closer inspection revealed it was a wasp, although a fairly tranquil one.
I went to get a flyswatter to take care of the intruder, but when I returned, I saw two dark spots. Bugger. Before I could act, the second dark spot hid behind the blinds.
So I smacked the first one, and when he hit the floor, I saw another one buzzing around under the end table. So I killed that one too, then finished off the first one I smacked. Then I decided to go after the second one I saw on the mini-blinds. I opened the blinds and smacked that one, which totaled three.
I saw another one crawling on the floor and killed it. Four.
Then I saw two up on the window sill, each curled into a ball. I knocked each of them down onto the floor and whacked them too. Five. Six.
Then I saw another one taking a nap on the telephone adapter in the corner. Smack! Seven.
I thought I was done, but saw one more going for a stroll on the window itself, so I killed that jackass too. Eight.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? What the hell were eight wasps doing in my house, and how in the hell did they get in? I hate wasps, and I hate how stupid they get in October.