Hubby and I were sitting by the pool soaking up the sun while temps hovered at 80 degrees.
(I know this sentence might be painful to some of you, so sorry)
Hubby said “is the Sears Parts place still open, or did it close”
I answer don’t know, I come in the kitchen get the 10 pound yellow pages that I have not seen since the day it came (why do I need it with WWW) and took it outside to check while sunning.
since I am barefoot, Bob says "be careful, look beside your foot."
I jump straight up out of my chair shrieking, ITS a wasp! , a very very large wasp, maybe 5 pounds or so (I am scared silly of wasp, so this might be an exaggeration) I stood up and dropped/slammed the phone book squarely on the wasp and Stepped up on the book to MAKE SURE,
as I oh so carefully pick up the book.hubby is laughing hysterically saying he’s dead, silly. I say “you don’t know that”
I yell "its gone, the wasp is gone! where is it?" (bob is laughing out loud watching the show)
I find the wasps dead body (but is it) 2 feet away.
I say alright! I invented a Wasp Nuclear bomb, it blew him 2 feet accross the pool deck. As I was about to drop the Nuclear Book just to make sure, hubby reaches down and PICKS IT UP, with his FINGERS.. He said it's dead you can calm down. (he had to move it so Jake would not EAT it.)
NOTE: I am not wasp friendly due to at age 15 I was forced to disrobe (remove my Sunday dress) in a Sunday School class room when a very unfriendly wasp dropped down the back of my dress as i walked in the church door. Mother took my dress and beat if off, but not before it stung me several times.