Wasp-ish bastards

I hate wasps. This is why I currently can't breathe.

Let me explain.

Now I don't get to the point where I jump at the sound of one, or even freak if they get that close, but I don't like them and they don't like me. At least I think they don't like me. It doesn't matter really. I have no problem hating someone that likes me. Anyway, for the past month or so I've been woken up every Saturday morning by the sound of a wasp caught in my window. Friday nights have been quite hot, so I've left the window open quite far, but it's no excuse for trespassing. Every time I fall asleep again, it starts right back up. I'm sure it's the same one too. Otherwise I have a whole family of annoying neighbours. Speaking of which, I really hope they don't live in the tree outside. Boy that'll be fun.

What? Why can't I breathe? Well, that's because the wasp and I have been competing in mortal combat (not the game, hence the reason I didn't say Mortal Kombat) for the dominance of my room. After around 15 minutes, a hell of alot of aerosol (which is making me feel slightly ill) and the incredibly thick instruction book for Guild Wars, I am (thankfully) victorious.

Now all that's left to do is wait 'til next Saturday to see if it was the same wasp.