Ok, so...here is the tale of how I finally overcame this little monster.
I decided to wear a dress today because it was hot, which meant I had to go in the closet. DD came in there with me. I cautiously thumbed through my dresses, eyes darting about looking for any sign of the menacing creature.
And then I saw him.
Perched on the top shelf of my closet on top of a crate of maternity clothes, gloating at me.
I calmly ushered DD from the closet, to which she responded by screaming “MAMA NOOOOO” and banging on the closed closet door. I grabbed the can of hairspray that I had left in my closet, picked up one of my shoes from the closet floor, and unleashed a torrent of hairspray for (I am not exaggerating) a full 45-60 seconds. Maybe longer. I need more hairspray now.
I will now have to wash all the maternity clothes that were in that crate. They’re all covered in hairspray.
I pulled the top item of clothing from the crate down to the floor and shook it (heart pounding... I was seriously ready for the wasp to fly straight at me). The wasp fell to the floor, crawling slowly and pitifully.
DD was still screaming at me from outside the closet.
I slid a green plastic folder under the wasp, smashed him with my wedge sandal, and stood on top of him for way longer than necessary.
RIP wasp. He went down our toilet, never to be seen again, and I hope he has NO little friends living in our attic or elsewhere. I don’t want this to become a regular thing in my home
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