There is a wasp the size of a planet in my office. And the only thing I have to fight back with is a tiny atomiser of Glareguard fine optics cleaner.
UPDATE: Owwww. Owww. Fucking owwwwwww.
UPDATE: I think it's time for something more direct. Where's something hefty? Ah. Unit Plan.
UPDATE: My office, where nobody will hear you scream ... ohhh, my arm hurts.
UPDATE: I should probably dispose of the wasp corpse responsibly.
UPDATE: But it's so big. And waspy. Ghuuuuh.
UPDATE: Mouse arm, inevitably. Owwww.
UPDATE: Owwww. Owww. Fucking owwwwwww.
UPDATE: I think it's time for something more direct. Where's something hefty? Ah. Unit Plan.
UPDATE: My office, where nobody will hear you scream ... ohhh, my arm hurts.
UPDATE: I should probably dispose of the wasp corpse responsibly.
UPDATE: But it's so big. And waspy. Ghuuuuh.
UPDATE: Mouse arm, inevitably. Owwww.
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I've never been stung by either, which probably makes me their god or something.
> Wasps can sting and live to sting again.
It was pretty fatal for this one.
(At least you can relax that she won't be building a nest for spring behind the photocopier.)
Actually, I only want to know one thing. Wasp. January. Why?
We are on the top floor...
The theory is that the roof space is full of dead pigeons - thus the flies - no-one lives forever - thus the dead flies. Not sure what it is about them and the light fittings though.
It's kind of gross, but I'd rather have dead flies (not to mention mouse traps everywhere) than live in a static-y, germspreading, openplan modern office. Tried the old rooms, tried the new, in general, with the old places you know where you are, and it does what it says on the tin . None of this "don't open the windows or the air conditioning won't work" rubbish. There is no air conditioning. If it gets too hot you turn on the desk fan. Too cold, you smuggle in a fan heater...
I don't like flies.
* Like under your desk perhaps.
(I know all this cos I had a plague of nest building Queens in my bedroom once.)
The worst problem I had was one autumn when they kept coming into my room to eat the sugar coating off my vitamin pills.
And I can't kill the bastards, even if they sting me.
Because I'm a big softie (Read: GIANT GIRL'S BLOUSE)
*sigh*