Correction

[whiskey_on_ice]

(1) definitely wasps, not bees.
(2) sometimes they're just kind of playing dead. Look out.

Note to self: start buying L instead of M at Tim Horton's. Just sprayed 6 wasps. Came back. 11 dead.

Comments

[shara_fares]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! Search your conscience.

On a more practical note, it sounds like somebody's built a nest in part of your house. It may be time to bring in the professionals.

On a related note, I am currently having a plague of mice visited upon me. But I refuse to search my conscience.

[mt_morphine]

Sounds like a plague of biblical proportions. Or a haunting. Professional help--exorcists or ghost whisperers--should be sought.

Or maybe just an exterminator.

Fares, the vampire cat would clear up the mouse problem pronto. He is always in the mood for food.

[shara_fares]

Frankly, the vamp cat sounds perfect. These little bastards are running across the back of the couch in my office at all hours of the night. And all puppy does is bark out the window, or stare urgently into the fireplace.

[whiskey_on_ice]

I have racoons that you could borrow for the effort, but they only seem to work between 3 and 4 a.m. And they might only kill the mice if the mice are between them and the garbage can. Alternatively, they might scare away the mice with all of the bloody racket they kick up.

[punchpuppy]

As long as you don't find a horse's head in your bed, I don't think there's any reason to search your conscience for any reason whatsover, at any time between the dawn of time and infinity plus one. At least I don't "feel" that there's any reason.

[shara_fares]

Raccoons are also tempting. They may be noisy, but, on the plus side, they've got those cute little slender black hands. Like they're wearing furry fat suits.

[whiskey_on_ice]

and beautiful green eyes if the light hits them right. and cute burglar faces. and rabies-laden foam that drips off their lips like too-wet whipped cream (althought I might have imagined that last one as I smacked my broom dementedly against the pavement, alternatively hissing like a cat and puffing like a blowfish [what is the natural predator of raccoons again?])