Last night we went to a birthday party and then came home to cut up some pieces of deck. Steve finished right before basketball- so I said I'd do bedtime. The pirates changed into jammies and Robs went to brush her teeth...
...but ran right back with this terrified look telling me about a bug in the bathroom.
Enriqueboy, of course, had to take a look. He came back screaming something about roaches and then took off for the northernmost point of our Great 48.
It was humorous.
I'd opened the window earlier in the day and then walked away. A yellow jacket had found his way into the shady niceness- and taken a rest in our sink. And he was huge. I'd found the bug spray earlier in the afternoon- sitting dusty in a corner of our garage. (Doesn't get much use these days....) So we took care of things, and then told Steve all he'd missed when he got home- at 10:00 at night.
Enriqueboy kept calling it a roach. (Which makes sense- it was about the same size...)
that is a huge wasp!!!!!
ReplyDeleteGrace calls the roaches "puppies" and she runs in the other direction when she sees them. Someday I'll tell you the story about the time she got cornered in the kitchen, both exits were trapped by roaches... there was lots of screaming and crying. Poor kid.