If something creeps me out, I kill it. That's why there are NO HOBOS IN CT.
Seriously, my house had become infested with critters. I had to deal with a spider, the uber-spider, a mosquito, 2 gnats, and a little flying buggy thing that I don't know what.
I'm just thankful that I haven't had any bees/hornets to deal with. Spiders, I hate. Stingy bad bugs, I fear.
One time, I woke up to the sound of buzzing. Turned the light on, saw a bee, and bolted out of my room. I called my mommy to come home and kill it.
She couldn't come home.
So I put on snow boots with the cuffs of my pants (thrown over my PJs) tucked into them, put on some gloves, put a jacket on and tucked that in, and pulled the hood up tight around my head, and had my pajama shirt's collar up over my mouth and nose.
I was the bee-killing ninja. And I shoed [sic] that fucker.
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