Yellowjacket - Wikipedia
Vespula Germanic, aka German wasp.
It is the first sunny calm day after three days of wind, rain and rising water. I'm in my bathroom, taking care of some very personal business when I hear what I assume is a housefly buzzing and bumping against the bathroom window, thinking to myself, 'self, how the heck did a fly get in the house, and do flies fly around in winter, where do they go in the winter, are they dormant? I should look into this.'
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I conclude my very personal business and look through the louvers of the window covering to see a yellow jacket! I know the difference between a paper wasp because we get them here. This is a yellow jacket, a German wasp. I hate bugs. I hate them because I am afraid of bugs. They freak me out. I love lady bugs and lightning bugs but they still freak me out.
First thing I do is call Naomi because she just left the house and that wasp must have snuck in when she did, so naturally she must know how to get rid of it and besides, it's freaking me out. I'm wondering if I have anything short of a wasp fogger to battle this demon spawn. She suggests hairspray. Yeah, that is an all purpose weapon. Don't ask me why I have hairspray, is a long story.
Wisely I shut the door so this battle is only between me and the demon spawn on a battlefield of my choosing (and I don't want to have to figure out where is might go if it flees). My escape route is cut off but in this battle to the death, it's me or it.
I slowly raise the blinds so as not to startle the wasp. I shake the Aquanet Extra Hold can. I spray the wasp which tries to get away, bouncing up against the glass before descending onto the lid of the trash can where I spray the hell out of it, coating it with hair stiffening mist. I spray it a few more times until it's legs cease movement. I leave it belly up on the lid, leave the room and shut the door.
After a couple hours of outside chores, I return to the field of battle to find the wasp was gone... I had donned garden gloves... I guess I knew deep inside that the wasp may not have sucummed to the chemical warfare I had raged against its freakishness. I looked at the dark multi-patterned rug, unable to see anything apart from the pattern, black, yellow, red shapes. I advanced to the window, no wasp. All surfaces held no clue as to the whereabouts of my enemy. Like a coward I retreated, took a bunch of deep breaths, grabbed a flashlight and entered the arena once more, this time to fight to the death for real.
I got on my hands and knees and got down so that I was looking along the rug instead of looking down upon the rug, looking for something sticking up. I didn't see the wasp until I used the flashlight - behold! The wasp! Facing me, two feet away, upright. I swear if it could it was giving me the finger. I put a paper towel over it and stoomped it with my foot a few times. When I moved the paper towel it's cursed legs wobbled - more than once. It was alive! "Why won't you die!?"
The wasp was in a weakened condition, I had the advantage. Wounded as it was, it's ability to launch a counter attack was nearly nonexistent so I picked it up with the paper towel, wrapped it tight, waterboarded it a little, put it into a small snack baggie, bludgeoned it a couple of times with the spray can and deposited this wasp, this unholy demon, into the rubbish.
I did not feel the rush of victory. I felt no revulsion for having taken the life of this animal. Instead I remain worried about how this creature got inside the house. I worry there will be more wasps showing up inside the house. Worse, I remain freaked out!
