Wasp Headache

I seem to have a headache thanks to a lost wasp. 

I am ever so slightly phobic about flying insects – particularly those that buzz.

So I’m sitting in (on) bed with the windows open (it’s so muggy today!) typing away at a blog post for Chronic Artists when I hear a buzzzzzzzz. Hovering right next to me, checking out my bedside table is a wasp.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve run that fast. I vaulted out of bed, slammed the bedroom door and padded into the hallway – heart pounding, panic stricken face.

Growler, in the room below, hears the frantic thud of footsteps and thinks someone has climbed in through the window. Well yes – they have! A wasp! A HUGE (tiny) angry (dozey) wasp!

Growler sprints upstairs with concern and a heroic attitude.

“Wa … wa … wasp” I manage to squeak.

Turns out Mr Wasp was waiting by the window for some kind soul (Growler) to sweep back the net curtain and let him outside. So easily dealt with.

Except now my little panic and running exertion seems to have triggered a bit of a thump in my head. Just goes to show you can’t always be in control of your pacing. Sometimes life (and wasps) happen.