Ok. I try not to be wimpy about bugs and such, especially when they are outside. In fact, I have been sharing my desk space with a very nice eight-legged beastie for the past week.
However.
Hornets, wasps, and other buzzing, flying, stinging bugs scare the ever loving shit out of me. I was stung a lot as a kid (thanks for the flowers in my hair, Grammie) and they all terrify me, with their flight and buzzing nose of impending doom. Our front entrance, both inside and outside, are SWARMED with all three. ("Swarmed" in Empress Language meaning at least 5 that she saw before screeching like a child and running as fast as her little flip flops could carry her to the other entrance, whilst flapping her hands in the air and yelling "JESUS CHRIST!!" and fuck checking the rent drop box.)
My boss doesn't think it's worth a call to the landlord to come take care of. She thinks we should just spray them. I say, I'm outnumbered. I get one, the rest will come sting me and kill me for taking down their pal. I've seen way too many SciFi(SyFy) movies to know this does not end well for the person who discovers the problem.
Aims, if your boss doesn't think it's worth a call to the landlord, you boss should be the one going after the damn things with poison and/or fire. Let him put his potential histamine reaction where his mouth is.
Signed
--Hates those venomous flying beasts, too.
I know someone who had slept with the guys she dated in high school and college, then became more religious after college and stopped even touching men she wasn't related to. She married a guy who I'm pretty sure was a virgin, and they didn't even hold hands until after their wedding. They've got two kids now, and she keeps trying to set me up with her husband's younger brother.
Just tell her that you're allergic and you don't want to swell up like a balloon and die.
So, what should I do today? Option 1: Go to the mall, get new glasses, possibly get new bras and jeans, possibly get a new frying pan, most likely spend too much money at the bookstore, get falafel at the food court for lunch. Option 2: Go to my office, get some work done, have homemade salad for lunch, get glasses tomorrow, and save getting bras and jeans until my weight has stabilized a bit, and just wear a belt for now.
I'm headed out to lunch with a friend in a little while and bonus baby time with her little one!
In high school I really thought I would be that girl that would get married and still be a virgin. Life changed things.
We suspect that one of the reasons that niece is getting married at 19 is so she can live with her BF. They neither of them have jobs or are in school and are going to be living in the spare room at his parents' house. But both sets of parents don't want them living together--even though marrying an unemployed 25-year-old who still lives at home hardly seems likes a wise life choice.
Signed,
Not Looking Forward to the Wedding on Saturday
::blinks::
I need no date-ma! I just dice-enable. (Trust me. I do. I'm the little devil on their shoulder saying "SHINY!")
I mean, not that I wouldn't mind going on a date, and I've suggested it to the spouse, but we'd have to get a babysitter. (I've been married almost a decade, and with the same person for 13 years at this point. I don't even remember what dating was like. I think it involved lots of wild sex and occasional heartache. But that could be me confusing TV with reality again.)
