Flight of the Bumble Bee

Or in this case wasps. Our apartment has been invaded and I don't like it one bit.

I killed one the other day and I cried. I know that wasps are not God's most fuzzy, cuddly creations, but I have a hard time killing any creepy crawly thing. I blame my mother. She would save worms that had crawled onto the sidewalk after it rained from buring to death when the sun came out.

Thank goodness that Jake has no problems killing creepy bugs. So he was the man for Project Wasp Extermination.

And where was I the whole time?

Hiding in the bathroom of course.

:)