I was packing for Fall Break when I heard a buzzing sound coming from my balcony door. I looked over and saw a wasp chilling behind my blinds. So, like any rational person, I jumped up and started screaming like a maniac.
My first reaction was to cry a little bit, but as soon as I was capable, I went looking for some- thing to kill it with. Of course, all I had was hair spray and a dustpan.
As I was about to leave to get help, because there was no way I was tackling that wasp by myself, two more of my little wasp buddies made their presence known.
I am entomophobic. Teeth gnashing, hair pulling, punch- someone-in-the-face, terrified of anything that moves, flies, or looks like an insect. There are only two possible reactions if I see a wasp-my whole body freezes up in petrified shock or my limbs start inexplicably flailing about and I weep like a child.
It should come as no surprise that I pulled a muscle when I started
jumping up and down and lunging in the vicinity of the wasp with my hair spray firing its not-so -deadly vapors.
I finally got outside, my hair spray and dustpan in hand, and went to the office where they informed me they did not have any wasp spray.
I went back upstairs to my wasp-infested room, only crying a little bit, and flung open my door, hair spray spraying as I went. Two of the wasps were stationary between the blinds on my door. I proceeded to pick up my shoe and smash both wasps repeatedly until they fell to the ground.
When I got a closer look I saw they still were writhing. I threw shoes, books and DVD cases until I was confident enough to bash them with my dustpan once or seven times more, pleading for their death.
The other wasp fell after it was hit by a well aimed can of hair spray. I do not know if it died, but it disappeared and didn’t bother me after that. I was triumphant. But the process would have been a lot easier if I had better weapons than hair spray and a dustpan. If you value your safety, invest in wasp spray.