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It’s wasp season here in Canada, y’all! And sometimes we think too much. I blame wasp season.

October 14, 2016 by Mona Andrei 6 Comments

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Well hello there, awesome readers!

Bear with me as I figure out the best way to spin what happened recently.

But first wait a spell. I need to interrupt this post for an unscheduled PS.

Bear with me -vs- Bare with me. I’m asking you for forbearance so it’s “bear with me.”

I looked it up. You’re welcome.

Back to our question of the day: How should I spin this post?

If I step into writing mode #1 I’ll tell you how social media tried to kill me. Except that I love social media. Also, blaming others for our own dysfunctions is against my religion. So …

Writing mode #2 would have me tell you about how I almost died because I MAY be allergic to wasp stings. But that sounds overly dramatic.

And then there’s writing mode #3 where I just tell you what happened and let you decide.

Let’s go with writing mode #3, shall we?

So here we were (and by “we” I mean “me” because I was alone … or that’s how this story starts, anyway) and after a few hours of morning writing it was time to head off to the gym. So far so good. Routine shmoutine, it was a beautiful day, yadda yadda yadda.

I was getting in my car, the sun shining and warm on my skin, and suddenly the view hijacked my attention and I was compelled to take this picture.

You have to admit. This is a beautiful view. Go on now. Admit it.
You have to admit. This is a beautiful view. Go on now. Admit it.

Admiring my skills as a fake photographer, I was suddenly accosted by a thought:

“I have to share this with the world! I’d be selfish if I kept this view to myself.”

So I sat in my car and fiddled with my phone so that I could post this picture on Instagram.

The breeze was light.

The moment, quiet.

And then a wasp flew in my car.

This is where the serene stillness of the morning gives way to confusion. Either Instagram tried to kill me or I almost died from a wasp sting. Either way I lived to tell the tale. (Oops. I think I just spoiled the ending for you.)

As you can imagine, my gut was seized by a panic attack the size of Godzilla. Less-than-gently, I lost control of both my mind and my reflexes as my cell phone jumped out of my hands at the exact same moment that the rest of me jumped out of my car. Also a few cuss words may have jumped out of my mouth. Yes, there was a lot of jumping going on.

So panic, jumping, and cussing. Also dilemma. There was NO WAY that I was going to drive with THAT THING in my car. (Now you see where the “we” comes in, right?)

The next 30 min … 40 …minu … A VERY LONG TIME was spent trying to coax that damn wasp out of my car. I didn’t want to kill it. And even more detrimental to my sense of safety, I didn’t want to piss it off. So I opened all the car doors thinking … well, hoping … that maybe it would convince itself that it should head back where it belonged: on the OUTSIDE of my car.

Between you and me there was really no way that I was going to drive anywhere with a wasp as a passenger. Uh uh. No way.

But for some stubborn reason it kept trying to get out through the rear window.

You can see how mad it is, right?
You can see how mad it is, right?

The wasp was so pissed off that it’s mad buzzing sounded like a roar. It was the lion. I was the gazelle.

And while I usually chastise my car for its messy, neglectful state, this was one time that I was actually thankful for all the crap in the back seat. As it turns out, you never know when you’ll need a piece of junk mail. I grabbed a flyer that’s been sitting in my car for about two years and used it as a wasp charmer to try to lure it towards one of the open doors.

The wasp would have none of it.

“Leave me alone, you stupid human! There’s a way out back here, I just know it. So stop distracting me and go … I don’t know. Go drive somewhere or something.”

“Gee thanks, wasp. THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING TO DO. And if you would be so kind as to get out of my car, maybe I COULD drive somewhere.”

This went on for over a lifetime. A little coaxing. A little yelling. Lots of swearing. My dogs howling from inside the house because they could hear all this going on and were like, “Why are we in here and you’re out there? You told us you were going to the gym.”

Then all of a sudden the end of the world came to an end.

“Bzzzzz. Ha! Found the way out. Later, loser.” And the damn thing buzzed by and almost flew into my cheak.

(I’m convinced now that the wasp was drinking.)

I came THIS CLOSE to not screaming out loud.

Now I had a decision to make.

Do I skip the gym because WASP? Or do I go to the gym because ROUTINE?

If I don’t go, how will this affect the rest of my day? The rest of my life??? Okay, maybe it won’t affect the rest of my life. But guilt. How will I live with the guilt if I miss my workout?

Suddenly I was the wasp, determined to solve a problem. Part of me was looking for a solution through a window that didn’t open. Was my self-imposed sense of guilt a false sense of escape? Maybe I didn’t feel like going to the gym anymore. Maybe I just wanted to go back into the house and write.

What will change in my life if I do go to the gym? Nothing.

What will change in my life if I don’t go to the gym? Nothing.

(Note that all this thinking was going on from inside my car, with the doors closed.)

And then I was hit with an idea for a story about a serial killer and realized that I HAD to go to the gym. Otherwise I would get no “real” work done for the day because I’d be stuck in serial killer mode. I needed a distraction.

You see how things work when you’re a writer?

Finally I went to the gym and came home mentally geared and ready for work just like my daily routine tells me to do.

PS. I am working on that serial killer story though. I guess I never expect to sleep again.

PPS. *Sigh*

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  1. Diane says

    October 14, 2016 at 3:18 pm

    Bwahahahaha! Wasp vs Human. Battle of the century in the wasp-waisted (after the gym) class!

    Reply
  2. Priscilla King says

    October 14, 2016 at 5:04 pm

    Now I’m wondering whether it was a yellowjacket, European Hornet, or something else?

    The dominant wasp species around my home are *pets*. Not to be molested by humans. Yes, I like Polistes fuscatus better than I like my brother-in-law. Even when he was young and cute and behaved nicely toward my sister it would have been a tough question…the wasps eat mosquitoes, so if they buzz around people they have a good reason, and if they sting anybody the person deserved it.

    But I haaate European Hornets, and am not keen on yellowjackets either. They get drunk on fruit juice and annoy people for no good reason at all.

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  3. Mary Fran Bontempo says

    October 14, 2016 at 5:12 pm

    As a devotee of St. Francis of Assisi, I try and extend kindness to all animals. With one exception. Flying bugs that can hurt me. I’d have given in to my usually well-hidden murderous instincts and killed the damn thing. You are truly a kind soul.

    Reply
  4. Taylor says

    October 20, 2016 at 4:55 pm

    Oh gosh, that is exactly what I do whenever a wasp flies into the car! I panic, jump out, and play the waiting game for it to leave.

    Nothing gets your heart pumping like momentarily being trapped in a car with a wasp. Not even the gym, haha.

    Reply
  5. Lara/Trace says

    March 25, 2017 at 12:56 am

    I’m catching up on all your posts – this one stung!

    Reply
    • Mona Andrei says

      March 25, 2017 at 1:55 am

      Ha! Love the pun 🙂

      Reply

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