Friday, May 26, 2006
This morning I got up early and met Keli for a brisk walk for some exercise. We went to this semi-ritzy neighborhood and pointed out the houses we liked as we passed them. I walked back home and was doing some leg lifts and such when I noticed a giant wasp. (Well, I guess wasps are all approximately the same size, but they’re giant to me.) He must have gotten in when I opened the door. He was flying around the fan and kept getting hit by it. I was convinced that this was making him angry and he was going to come after me and sting me whenever he got me in his sights. (I have a pretty bad phobia of being injected or stung. Plus, I have really bad reactions from insect and spider bites and stings.) I got up and scurried into the kitchen. Then Chase came to my rescue! He turned off the fan, grabbed a newspaper and started swatting at the wasp. Chase eventually got him to go out the door. I called Chase my hero, gave him a hug and got ready for work. The Abner trailer is safe once again.