**Whoever can guess where I got my title from wins a prize. I don't know what yet but it will be awesome**
I hate wasps and bees. I hate them because they scare the piss out of me. More so wasps then bees actually. Every time I see one of those little buggers I freak out a little bit. And by a little bit I mean a lot. I've tried to get over my fear by just ignoring them but inevitably they use their little wasp jerk powers to force me to go sit inside with my coffee or ice cold beer while everyone else is outside enjoying the sweltering heat.
Yesterday my husband and I had to have the conversation that if I yell "OH MY GOD THERE'S A WASP IN THE HOUSE" that means he needs to drop everything and come and kill it. There will be no hesitation and there will be no laughing. NO LAUGHING. I think it went well.
A few years ago I worked in the basement of the building in which I work now and there was a bee hive somewhere inside the wall or near the door or something and every hour or so a bee or two would fly in. And I swear, if it wasn't for my friend, I would have had a breakdown. This is literally what happened every day for a week. Every hour a bee would fly in and I would yell "BEE!" or a bee related obscenity and my friend would run in with her little Styrofoam cup and capture the bee and take it outside. Every time. Except the times that the stupid bees would get into the halogen lights and start to burn. Did you know burning bees smell like burnt honey? They really do. Anyways, I got very little work done that week but I did develop a new found respect for my bee, and sanity saving friend.