I hate wasps with a passion, but over the summer, I had an amusing encounter with one.
We had a wasp that had been hanging out by our back door where Andrew has this motion activated prop from a former movie theater display set up so we can tell when people walk up to the door. We hadn't heard it go off all summer until this mothersmurfer showed up. Andrew looked out the window and THERE HE WAS AND HE WAS HUGE.
A week or so later after we'd forgotten about it, someone had left the back door open and the wasp made its way in. I was the only one to see it, as Andrew and his dad were preoccupied. I watched as it flew into the house, through the dining room into the living room where we were, then just made its way out the front door onto the enclosed porch. It amused me almost as much as it scared the living jeebus out of me, as it really was HUGE. I clung to Andrew for dear life, watching it. Andrew had no idea of course so he thought i was suddenly being very affectionate and kissed me and hugged me and i just sat there whimpering like WTF DUDE.
Finally Andrew took his headphones off and I told him so he got up and did the smart thing: opened the door to the porch farther so he could look at it.
When he saw how scary it was, he finally closed the door. His younger sister happened to show up at this point with her two little ones and SHE was the one to kill the wasp with the wasp spray because Andrew is a little girl just like i am.