There is a WASP on Ashley's head!

So, several weeks ago (more like a month ago) I spotted two wasps huddled together at the very top of one of our living room windows.  They probably came in by way of the screen from the porch door (that leads to the yard) being ripped to shreds over the summer from certain 2 and 4 year old boys coupled with an open sliding glass door (which goes from the porch to the house) being left open.  I may have been to blame for that because, well, I like to be able to hear the boys when they are playing in the back yard.  Well, that's not a big deal (actually, I texted my friend Nikki and said something to the effect of "there are two wasps in my living room...aaaahhhh!!!").  I'll just pull the blinds all the way down hoping to trap them in there and pretend that the old 'out of sight, out of mind' adage would apply and work in this case.  Well, it did.  I totally forgot about those wasps.

A few weeks later when Nikki happened to be at our house, we spotted the wasps after pulling the blinds up while watching our boys play in the backyard.  Oh, yeah!  I forgot about those!  Only one was inside and the other was trapped in between the screen and window (bizarre...might have to look into that!)  I probably should have swatted the remaining wasp, but I didn't.  I eventually pulled the blinds back down.  Fast forward to a few nights ago, I can't remember the day, but it was late last week.  Loren had come home from work, I was making dinner, the boys were somewhere, and Ashley was in the living room getting a little fussy because she was suddenly left alone.  Well, that may have been why she was fussy...

Loren popped into the kitchen, looked into the living room and said, "there is a WASP on Ashley's head."  What?!?!  I quickly walked towards the living room and stopped in my tracks when I, in fact, saw a WASP! on Ashley's head.  Oh. my. gosh.  I stared for a second contemplating what to do (or maybe I was just scared)...and then I did what any normal, sane parent would do.  I, without further hesitation, swatted the wasp off of her head with the unopened string cheese in my hand.  Loren immediately grabbed my current  hardcover library read and threw it on the floor where the wasp had landed.

Done.  Ashley's head was free of wasps.  We checked for evidence of her being stung (thankfully, there was nothing that indicated as much).  Phew!

We are such cool parents.