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Beware the Wasp Killer...

Over the last few days I've noticed a slight buzzing sound near my windows.  At first I thought maybe the wind from the open window was rattling the blinds, but tonight I determined the true culprit -- a cunning wasp that had somehow made its way into my tranquil abode.  My dad is wickedly allergic to wasps, and although I don't share his allergy I share his disdain (ain't genetics grand?)  The wasp made himself comfortable on top of my expensive (looking) picture in the living room.  I slunk off to the closet to get a shoe, but when I returned he decided to take things up a level.  Literally.  He chose to hang out in the skylight about twenty feet above.  Using a kitchen chair, some goggles, a bottle of Raid, and my killer instinct, Mr. Wasp and I went to battle.  I'll let you guess who won.


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