About forty-five minutes ago, I was reading a few blogs without paying much attention to what was going on around me. At least, until I noticed a slight movement on the keyboard of my laptop.
On the keyboard was a yellow-jacket. A rather large one, for that matter. It just so happened to be crawling where my hands had been only a few minutes before.
At that point, I did the reasonable thing: I screamed. (You would too if you saw something that could drill you with a stinger in the very same area where you were about to place your fingers!) I backed away from the desk and watched, wanting to get rid of the intruder but not exactly wanting to destroy it. But I wasn’t sure exactly how I could accomplish the task.
The answer came in the form of an empty bottle. I coaxed the wasp into it, gave the bottle a sharp tap to make sure the invading insect was now at the bottom of the container, placed a piece of paper over the opening and promptly….
…threw the yellow-jacket outside. I didn’t even think of killing the creature.
The wasp wouldn’t have spared me a second’s thought if it had taken it upon itself to drill me with its butt-dagger of pain but I couldn’t think that way. Seriously, I had to spare the foolish bug.
Sometimes I think I’m just too soft for my own good.