This morning, we spotted a wasp inside the house. Tracy’s policy on wasps is, “live and let live … unless they come into the house, in which case their ass is mine.”

Except that I actually had to kill this one. And okay, sure, it looks innocuous enough in this picture but when you’re actually there, with only a few millimeters of cheap plastic between you and a godless killing machine … it’s terrifying.

Well, I’ll spare you the gruesome details but I will say that at the end, I felt sorry for the wasp. She couldn’t help what she was. But neither could I let her report back to the nest how she had gotten into our home.

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