This past Thursday night (or really early Friday morning) was an adventure. I was finishing up one of the TV shows that I usually DVR (or TiVo) as I was getting ready to go to bed. However, it appeared I had some unfinished business to take care of.

I suddenly saw a wasp fly in my living room. It landed on my ceiling fan in the living room. I always had a strategy to protect me from getting stung by the wasps. I immediately put on some work gloves and got my squirt gun. Wasps don't like water and it immobilizes them. I thought I would squirt it and then it would fly to a lower area.

The wasp started crawling up the pole of the ceiling fan as I kept squirting it. I have a vaulted ceiling in the living room. The wasp seemed to be smart as it kept climbing up. I had braced myself against the treadmill as I climbed on the top back of the couch. I stood up and started squirting. However, the wasp wouldn't give up. He was at the top of the ceiling fan. I knew I had to do something else.

I threw a towel and it missed him. I was a terrible throw. There were a few times the towel got stuck on the ceiling fan. I was getting frustrated as I had to climb onto the couch to get the towel. The wasp was tough even when I hit him. It would hit him and he would just fly back to the top of the ceiling fan.

Frustration was boiling in me. I didn't know what to do. I was in a war and the wasp was winning. I finally made a perfect throw as the wasp and the towel tumbled to the couch. I saw the wasp land behind the pillow on the couch. I was going to remove the pillow and smash the wasp.

But where was the wasp? I looked on the pillow and on the towel, but no wasp. I looked back up at the ceiling and no wasp. I was very confused.

OUCH!!!! I let words of inspiration flow as the wasp stung me. He crawled on my shirt and stung me on my left side above my ribs. I was down, but not out. I slapped the wasp down as he went on the carpet dazed. I was screaming and cursing as I was mashing him with my gloves.

I flushed the wasp down the toilet as I was in a lot of pain. I said to him as he was going down, "You were one smart wasp". He knew exactly what he was doing. I had to give him that.

Luckily, I'm not allergic to stings. I have gotten stung several times before. I sprayed it with an ointment and then put some Neosporin on the wound. To say the least, I was on edge for a little bit.

I went to sleep as I felt the pain of my battle wounds. I awoke the next morning as the pain was gone. It was an interesting war with a wasp. I'm sure I'll have more this summer as they invade my house again. But I'll be ready once more!!!