Ever since I was stung by a bee when I was five I’ve been petrified of wasps, bees and hornets.
Last night I went into the living room and what was buzzing around – a wasp ! ! ! I could have given Linford Christie a run for his money as I bolted for the door.
John was in the little boys room so I sat on the stairs waiting anxiously waiting for him to come downstairs. It was a long ten minutes…..
“There’s a wasp in the living room”.
“Are you sure?”.
“Yes I’m sure”.
We spent fifteen minutes trying to find the wasp but it was no where to be seen.
“Honestly, I did see a wasp”.
“I believe you but it’s a bit late in the year for them. Are you sure it was a wasp”.
“Yes I’m sure. It wasn’t a blue bottle. It was long, thin, stripy and buzzed”.
“Well it’s not here”.
We agreed to give up the search and settled down for a night in front of the telly. Half an hour later, what should appear – Mr Wasp.
“See I told you there was a wasp”…