Yellow Jackets Are Full Of Suck

So today we found that we had other house guests. Yellow freakin' jackets! I hate hate hate bugs like that because I never know how to deal with them. And then there's the whole stinging thing which just makes me cringe.

They kept appearing in the guest room (my poor sister) and there were about a dozen dead ones in the window. We thought they were outside, somehow getting in. Oh, how wrong we were.

The little buggers were coming in through the ceiling of the closet! Ack!! When I heard this, I immediately started to panic because that's where I keep my wedding gown and quilts! My heart is only beginning to recover from the fright.

My poor darling hubs attempted to get rid of them and was stung for his efforts. A word to the wise: Don't swat at them. It makes them kind of mad and then they tend to sting you. He sits for the first half of his bar exams tomorrow, so it's really the last thing he needed. I feel so awful for him, but thankfully he's not allergic to bee stings because that would've been supremely disastrous.

His dad came over and I didn't see what was going on because I'd gone for a run, but he killed the lot of them within minutes and we're now a yellow jacket-free zone.

To borrow a term from childhood, this entire episode was grody to the max. Bleh.