Josie
07-26-2009, 06:52 AM
and there are two in my home. somewhere. right now. I am so damn terrified of these things, that I wrapped myself in a robe, ran to the kitchen, opened a window, and then locked me and my children in the back room.
I tried to look (yes, I'm serious.... sadly) online for the best way to kill one swiftly and without it getting near you/stinging you. I found:
How to kill a house wasp-like a ninja
October 14th, 2007 · 37 Comments (http://chriswondra.com/2007/10/14/how-to-kill-a-house-wasp-without-breaking-anything/#comments)
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/greatwasp.thumbnail.jpg (http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://static.flickr.com/27/59396660_6c0355b9a9_b.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.digitalfieldguide.com/blog/entries/hardware/page/2/&h=724&w=1024&sz=281&hl=en&start=1&tbnid=55thPxLgyAFdRM:&tbnh=106&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwasp%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG)Periodically we’ll get a wasp in the house. You know how it is.
One moment, you’re snacking on toast with peanut butter and chocolate chips, and the next, all hell breaks loose because a wasp starts dive-bombing random targets around the room.
The toast? Fuggetaboutit. One eye’s on the wasp, the other, frantically scanning the room for potential weapons–a fly swatter, a magazine, a shoe, a flame-thrower–something.
Anything.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/an-inconvenient-truth.thumbnail.jpeg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/an-inconvenient-truth.jpeg)For the briefest of moments, you even consider that toxic bug spray in the closet. Then you spot it. Sitting on the coffee table, not three feet away, is Al Gore’s, An Inconvenient Truth. The weapon of choice for desperate wasp killers.
Perfect.
You grab it, crouch, and wait for the wasp to land. For a moment, it hovers near the blades of a ceiling fan. Then, as if in a in a drunken stupor, it bobs and weaves toward the wall. For what seems an eternity, it darts around a window. Maybe it dives at an armchair.
Adrenalin laced thoughts whiz through your skull.
Why can’t it just land and make it easy for me.
If it lands on the curtains, I wonder if I can still squish it between the book and the wall?
Do wasp guts stain?
Maybe I should take a swing at it in mid-air.
Maybe, though, I’d just piss it off.
If I pissed it off, would it attack–fly down the front of my shirt, sting me mercilessly until it finally crawled up my neck and into my ear?
I wonder how that teacher dude in Karate Kid picked off that fly with a pair of chopsticks.
I wish I was him right now.
Meanwhile the wasp, understanding this internal monlog completely, bounces nonchalantly against the ceiling, making its way back to the center of the room.
Suddenly it dives right at you, causing you to flail your arms and make panicky grunting noises.
The wasp, chuckling with satisfaction, glides back up to the ceiling fan, lands on one of the lights, turns, and gives you the finger.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp3.jpg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp3.jpg)
What are you going to do? Trash a perfectly good light fixture? Even if you did take a swing, the bastard’s protected by the other lights, fan blades, and curved nature of the glass around the bulb.
And now you begin to grasp the reality of the situation: You could be at this all night.
Curses. Bloody Red Barron.
But it doesn’t have to be this way. And today I make my revenge by revealing an ancient technique I learned while studying in the orient. The same one I used on that actual unsuspecting wasp in the picture above.
Warning: the following pictures are of a graphic and violent act perpetrated against a real wasp that actually flipped me the bird.
Follow these steps exactly–there is no room for error. Failure to do so could result in death by wasp sting to the inner ear.
Quickly find a scissors.
Sneak up behind the wasp.
Using one fluid motion, thrust the scissors forward, snip, and slice the son-of-a-whore in two.
Usually all that’s left after that is to pick up the pieces. The only tricky part is getting close enough with your opened scissors before it takes flight. As risky as this seems, most wasps are so blinded by arrogance they never suspect any trouble. It’s not their experience that men, sneaking around light fixtures with toast crumbs on their face, are actually highly trained killing machines.
It’s not their experience that men, sneaking around light fixtures with toast crumbs on their face, are actually highly trained killing machines.
While I’ve never actually been stung doing this, you should know, while very slick, this technique is not completely foolproof.
Take tonight for instance.
After the wasp landed in the ceiling fan, I looked around for a scissors–but the only one I could find was one of those plastic- child-not-really-sharp-ones. Still, I didn’t think it would make a difference.
Maybe it didn’t. Maybe I just missed my mark. But what happened next wasn’t exactly by the book. Instead of cutting it in two, I somehow managed to only pinch its antennae between the tip of the scissor blades.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp-1.thumbnail.jpg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp-1.jpg)
Don’t ask me how. It’s never happened before. In fact, I later called the office of Strange But Totally Cool Ways to Kill Dangerous Insects and they told me that the odds of this happening are actually like a bazillion to one.
Anyway, after having my daughter take a picture. I found another scissors in an old Swiss Army Knife and took care of business.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/cutwasp.thumbnail.jpg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/cutwasp.jpg)So, my friends, there you have it.
Domestic men of the world rejoice. For no longer are we at mercy of this dangerous menace. No longer will we piss ourselves when we hear that loathsome buzzing. Today, the playing field has been leveled–just remember to wipe the food off your face.
___________________________
while amusing... I need suggestions. If there is anyone on right now, please humor me. My husband (the bug killer) is off at Basic and I may die of fright in my back room.
:yociexp37:
I tried to look (yes, I'm serious.... sadly) online for the best way to kill one swiftly and without it getting near you/stinging you. I found:
How to kill a house wasp-like a ninja
October 14th, 2007 · 37 Comments (http://chriswondra.com/2007/10/14/how-to-kill-a-house-wasp-without-breaking-anything/#comments)
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/greatwasp.thumbnail.jpg (http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://static.flickr.com/27/59396660_6c0355b9a9_b.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.digitalfieldguide.com/blog/entries/hardware/page/2/&h=724&w=1024&sz=281&hl=en&start=1&tbnid=55thPxLgyAFdRM:&tbnh=106&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwasp%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG)Periodically we’ll get a wasp in the house. You know how it is.
One moment, you’re snacking on toast with peanut butter and chocolate chips, and the next, all hell breaks loose because a wasp starts dive-bombing random targets around the room.
The toast? Fuggetaboutit. One eye’s on the wasp, the other, frantically scanning the room for potential weapons–a fly swatter, a magazine, a shoe, a flame-thrower–something.
Anything.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/an-inconvenient-truth.thumbnail.jpeg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/an-inconvenient-truth.jpeg)For the briefest of moments, you even consider that toxic bug spray in the closet. Then you spot it. Sitting on the coffee table, not three feet away, is Al Gore’s, An Inconvenient Truth. The weapon of choice for desperate wasp killers.
Perfect.
You grab it, crouch, and wait for the wasp to land. For a moment, it hovers near the blades of a ceiling fan. Then, as if in a in a drunken stupor, it bobs and weaves toward the wall. For what seems an eternity, it darts around a window. Maybe it dives at an armchair.
Adrenalin laced thoughts whiz through your skull.
Why can’t it just land and make it easy for me.
If it lands on the curtains, I wonder if I can still squish it between the book and the wall?
Do wasp guts stain?
Maybe I should take a swing at it in mid-air.
Maybe, though, I’d just piss it off.
If I pissed it off, would it attack–fly down the front of my shirt, sting me mercilessly until it finally crawled up my neck and into my ear?
I wonder how that teacher dude in Karate Kid picked off that fly with a pair of chopsticks.
I wish I was him right now.
Meanwhile the wasp, understanding this internal monlog completely, bounces nonchalantly against the ceiling, making its way back to the center of the room.
Suddenly it dives right at you, causing you to flail your arms and make panicky grunting noises.
The wasp, chuckling with satisfaction, glides back up to the ceiling fan, lands on one of the lights, turns, and gives you the finger.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp3.jpg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp3.jpg)
What are you going to do? Trash a perfectly good light fixture? Even if you did take a swing, the bastard’s protected by the other lights, fan blades, and curved nature of the glass around the bulb.
And now you begin to grasp the reality of the situation: You could be at this all night.
Curses. Bloody Red Barron.
But it doesn’t have to be this way. And today I make my revenge by revealing an ancient technique I learned while studying in the orient. The same one I used on that actual unsuspecting wasp in the picture above.
Warning: the following pictures are of a graphic and violent act perpetrated against a real wasp that actually flipped me the bird.
Follow these steps exactly–there is no room for error. Failure to do so could result in death by wasp sting to the inner ear.
Quickly find a scissors.
Sneak up behind the wasp.
Using one fluid motion, thrust the scissors forward, snip, and slice the son-of-a-whore in two.
Usually all that’s left after that is to pick up the pieces. The only tricky part is getting close enough with your opened scissors before it takes flight. As risky as this seems, most wasps are so blinded by arrogance they never suspect any trouble. It’s not their experience that men, sneaking around light fixtures with toast crumbs on their face, are actually highly trained killing machines.
It’s not their experience that men, sneaking around light fixtures with toast crumbs on their face, are actually highly trained killing machines.
While I’ve never actually been stung doing this, you should know, while very slick, this technique is not completely foolproof.
Take tonight for instance.
After the wasp landed in the ceiling fan, I looked around for a scissors–but the only one I could find was one of those plastic- child-not-really-sharp-ones. Still, I didn’t think it would make a difference.
Maybe it didn’t. Maybe I just missed my mark. But what happened next wasn’t exactly by the book. Instead of cutting it in two, I somehow managed to only pinch its antennae between the tip of the scissor blades.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp-1.thumbnail.jpg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/wasp-1.jpg)
Don’t ask me how. It’s never happened before. In fact, I later called the office of Strange But Totally Cool Ways to Kill Dangerous Insects and they told me that the odds of this happening are actually like a bazillion to one.
Anyway, after having my daughter take a picture. I found another scissors in an old Swiss Army Knife and took care of business.
http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/cutwasp.thumbnail.jpg (http://chriswondra.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/cutwasp.jpg)So, my friends, there you have it.
Domestic men of the world rejoice. For no longer are we at mercy of this dangerous menace. No longer will we piss ourselves when we hear that loathsome buzzing. Today, the playing field has been leveled–just remember to wipe the food off your face.
___________________________
while amusing... I need suggestions. If there is anyone on right now, please humor me. My husband (the bug killer) is off at Basic and I may die of fright in my back room.
:yociexp37: