You Know You’ve Been Blogging Too Much When…

This post is only tangentially on topic! Beware of the Friday silliness.

A few days ago, a giant wasp flew into our apartment and scared the living daylights out of us. Andy (my fiancé) shooed the creature out the window and we thought nothing more - until it happened again, and again, and again. That’s when we figured out that a whole fleet of mud wasps had built its nest in the exterior wall of our apartment and were flying in through the open window.

I’m terrified of all flying, stinging insects - especially when the only thing between me and their nest is a bit of drywall that they’re bound to chew through at any moment. The exterminator is so booked up that he can’t make it out until Monday, and so you can imagine that this whole mess has given me considerable anxiety.

Then, last night, things went to a new level. I had this horrific dream in which the wasps had chewed through the interior wall and were all over the apartment. But they weren’t stinging. They were blogging. That’s right. Blogging wasps. And they were writing bad things about us.

I woke up at 4 a.m. drenched in sweat - swatting at the air and mumbling incoherently.

“What’s wrong?” Andy moaned, half asleep.

“The wasps,” I said, “they’re blogging.”

He paused for a moment, dumbfounded. Then he said, “you really need a vacation,” rolled over, and went back to sleep.

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