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[apocalypsos]

There is a wasp roughly the size of a 747 flying around my bedroom. You know, I'm not afraid of bugs, so I'm not really flipping out, but I just wish it'd stop whizzing around my head constantly, if only because I don't think I could handle it if a tiny monkey appeared out of nowhere, climbed up to my head, and started swatting at it.

I realized yesterday when I got back to Virginia that one good thing about leaving Pennsylvania is that my cousin Laurie isn't around to ask me when I'm getting married. Jesus, I'm 26 years old, for crying out loud. Coming from someone who didn't get hitched until she was thirty, it comes off about twenty times as annoying as it would with everyone else. (I was half-tempted to say I'd get married the day after she had a baby, which would have shut her right up.)

Also, my bedroom is terrifyingly clean. FEAR ME AND MY WINDEX!

Comments

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Y'know, squirting wasps with Windex is a damn good way of getting them to quit flying and lie squirming on the floor, whereupon you can drop a large book such as Goodman and Gilman's Pharmacological Basis of Therapeutics on them without fear of being stung.

[hamadryad.livejournal.com]

Hairspray is great, too. Their little wings get all gummed together.

Not that I would ever do anything so cruel to a living creature.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Hmm. *makes mental notes* I bet it works even better if you light it on fire first.