I recently posted a blog at my Writer of Blogs site about a wasp infestation in my car. I sent the story to a bunch of people and got the following responses from my sisters.
Ter, your story sent chills down my spine. Talk about coincidence. I too had my share of hornet horror recently.
Throughout the past week, Craig had been getting rid of 3-4 hornets in our porch every day. It reached the point where I wouldn't go out on the porch until Craig had done his "bee due diligence." This past Tuesday, however, was the worst. The porch was secure because Craig had drenched it in wasp spray, but evidently the garage was not secure. Immediately upon opening the door to the garage, I heard a thunderous buzz by my ear. I quickly closed the door, but it was too late. An enormous hornet had flown in. I stood in our back hallway and, honest to God, saw a black missile coming towards me. At eye level, both of us could see the whites of our eyes.
Craig was at work, so what was I to do? I panicked. I literally "hopped" around the house, gasping for breath, yelling "Oh XXX, oh XXX, oh XXX, oh XXX." I eventually hopped out to the garage, still "oh XXXing," and returned with a can of wasp killer but, of course, the wasp was no longer in sight. So, I grabbed one of my cats and screamed "FIND IT OR YOU DIE!!!" Luckily, Patches knew I meant business. She spotted it on the window in the foyer, but it was too high for me to reach with the wasp killer. And, Patches is too fat for me to throw at the window. So, for the next hour, I sat perfectly still on a stair, killer can in hand, and stared at its every move. Then I saw it go behind the shade. The shade is transparent so I could still monitor its actions. I had such a grip on the wasp killer can that I developed a blister on my finger. For another 45 minutes, the wasp remained behind the shade and I actually thought maybe it didn't know how to get out and maybe, if there is a God, it will simply die of frustration. But, no, it found it's way out and I again went into hopping and oh XXXing mode.
Since I saw it fly away from the window, I began the search again, but, glancing back at the window, I see a wasp again behind the shade. At this point, I'm not sure if it's the same wasp, or God forbid, another one, or even if I'm hallucinating, but I have no choice other than to take the spray and just aim and pray. The spray hits the lower half of the shade, but is obviously less effective because it's not a direct hit on the wasp. So I spray and spray and spray. By this time, I am covered in wasp spray. The shade is sopping wet. The walls are dripping in spray. The pictures on the walls, the books on the book shelf and the carpet are drenched. The wasp is getting weaker. I spray some more. My finger with the blister is bleeding, but I don't even notice. I continue spraying until the can is empty. The smell is overwhelming, and I'm nearly choking from the fumes. And, if that wasp hadn't died at that exact moment, I would have thrown the empty can at it.
I'm still not sure there isn't another one lurking around somewhere, but if there is, we can put both your car and my house up for sale.