I am afraid of my laundry room.
And it’s not just because of the pile of stinky socks, underwear and towels waiting to be fluffed and folded.
Now the room has taken on an even more ominous turn … it buzzes.
I have found and killed two wasps in the laundry room in the last week, and my son killed one yesterday.
The first one didn’t alarm me much. I noticed it curled on the floor when I went in to turn off the light after my children had been in foraging for socks before school.
But yesterday I got the hebie gebies when I walked in and heard an angry buzz. I was unable to locate the sound, and with it being a laundry room there was plenty of places for a wasp to hide.
Later, when I went in to unload the dryer I spotted the creepy-crawly perched on the edge of my son’s laundry basket. I whacked it with a bottle of pre treatment, and it fell inside the basket of clothes.
After a few minutes of panic I was able to fish it out of the clothing without getting stung in the process.
Last year my DH was stung by a wasp while he was trying to get it out of the laundry room, but we thought we had solved the problem by getting a cat door for Katie. We figured the wasps were flying through the screen less window we left open so she could come and go as she pleased.
But it has taken Katie about a month to figure out the door, and the cat ~ dumb though she may be ~ is smarter than your average wasp. So the nasty little buggers must be getting in somewhere else.
I have tried very hard not to think of the possibility that there is a nest somewhere in the laundry room. I am considering just walling off the room and going and buying new clothing for everyone. But as the cost may be prohibitive, I still, reluctantly, venture in to do a load now and then.
Here we see instructions from DS-11 on my activities for the day. It seems he fears (not without some cause, I must confess) that his absent-minded mother will let him get on the bus hungry and fail to attend his big concert.