the hornet's nest
I admit it. I’d kick the damn nest if I could find it. The problem is…I can’t find it.
We have hornets in the kitchen. Oh, and in the bathroom. And sometimes in the living room, but I think that’s just because they fly. The thing is I don’t know how they’re getting in, or where they’re coming from. It’s not like I can plan an attack on the nest if I don’t know where to attack.
The dog has protected me from several by eating them. I don’t necessarily think he has the right idea, but who am I to complain when he’s charging in as my furry knight, eating the enemy. I do worry he’ll get stung, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And I imagine in some cultures they would be considered a delicacy…full of protein and whatnot.
Anyway, the hubby has promised to seek out their lair and gas them, and I’m going to hold him to it. There is nothing worse (and trust me, I’ve had lots of crazy things happen in this house) than having a hornet come at you while you’re naked in the shower. They’re bad enough when you’re fully dressed. Naked is a deal breaker. Either they go, or I strike. No more showers with hornets! Get it?
Maybe not my best idea, but I think it just might work.
I’ll keep you posted…as always.
Until the next time…I’ll be prepping for the labor day barbecue!