Peas On The Moon

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE"
"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK"
These were the last few words uttered from my mouth. No, they were not directed towards a person. Not even the evil pervert of a paper boy we have. Nope. I have an army living in my house. An army of wasps. Yay for those who fight for our safety? Riiiiiight.
It all started a few nights ago when i woke up in the middle of the night cold. Lou had left me, and he had taken his body heat with him. So I grabbed another blanket and proceeded to try to fall back to sleep, and i heard this buzzing noise. Wasps like to get stuck between my window and screen, so i turned on my light and checked. No sign of any anywhere in my room. I went back to sleep listening to the buzzing. Now the past few nights i have heard the same buzzing. So if you see me walking around banging my head on something to try to stop the "buzzing" in my head, please stop me.
Anyhoo. I came home from the barn this morning, and saw two on the diningroom window. i went to grab the flyswater, and noticed a few on the living room window. Heading back the the kitchen there were a couple on the kitchen window. A lot of cursing was going on at this point. I went about my wasp bashing rampage, picked them up. put them in compost and drenched them with furnature polish. Dead suckers. So were the ones that were on the side door after i came in from dumping their friends. Insert " Get the Fuck out of my house". Then, i went and made my breakfast. Sat down to eat it by my computer to check my mail. There is an Aussie flag hanging above my computer. And while i was eating, from it fell an earwig, right onto my last piece of pb and english muffin. Insert "Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk".
I'm going to get ready for class. What a great start to the day. Grumble. Perhaps this is an omen that I'm supposed to be spending more time on Invert then I am......