Haunted

Yes, Steph and I are being haunted...by demon wasps. I swear, they prey on our fear and enjoy tormenting us. If you find this incredulous, read on. During the final week of school last semester, Steph and I started finding wasps in our room. There would be one or two a day, but we couldn't figure out how they were getting in. We checked for holes in the walls and screens and looked for nests outside the window. There was nothing. And it was only our room! Both of us are terrified of the things, though me probably more so. Steph is content to watch them buz around from across the room as long as they don't get near her. However, this might have something to do with the fact that they usually appeared on my side. I can't stand to be in the same vicinity as a wasp, yellow jacket, bee, or anything other stinging, flying creature of that kind. I have to find someone else to kill it before I can have any peace. By the end of that week, the poor girls on my floor automatically grabbed a shoe and begin heading for our room when they saw me scampering down the all from it in terror.

Like I said, this happened the last week of school, so we didn't really feel the need to deal with it since we were switching dorms for the next semester. Well, guess what. A few days ago, with the warm weather, wasps started appearing in our room. They followed us!!! Yet again, we can't find how they are getting in or why it's just our room. Only this time, we are putting in a work order to get someone to come look at the problem because I am really tired of being chased out of my room by a thing less than two inches long. Luckily, Ali doesn't mind killing them, but Steph and I have devised a new method of disposing of them which is quite effective--we vacuum them up. I've always been a fan of cold weather, but now I am practically begging God for a good, hard frost to put an end to all flying insects.