…include rolling over in bed while reading and discovering that a wasp has decided to share the bed with you. My reaction went something like ‘oww, hmm whatzat, owww, ouch OUCH what the fuck!!!’ The little bastard only stung me once, and to be honest it wasn’t that bad. The pain was less of an issue then me becoming completely paranoid. For the rest of the night, every time the blanket brushed against me funny I went schitzo, convinced another wasp was under the covers. Tonight I’m attacking the attic crawl spaces, where I think the wasp came from, with my shopvac.