The epic battle of August 28th 2009

Today I was relaxing in my bed watching 3rd rock from the sun, waiting for it to be time to get ready for my doctors apointment. And a whasp hovered near me. I noticed it and let loose a peirceing scream; the likes of which you have never heard.I ran out of the room and closed the bedroom door. I called the office and informed them that there was a whasp in my room and they needed to get kill it immediately! Tanya told me that they dont kill wasps, and that that I should kill it myself. Horrible, yes? Yes, of course it is. So I gruffly hung up and called janice in histarics about a wasp. (yes, I know a wasp! A tiny cretin about yea big!) any way I told janice of the horrifying wasp and begged for help on getting rid if it. So she laughed at me. REPEATEDLY! Yes, I know! Appauling! And after this humiliating torrent of laughter, she told me to arm myself with a whacking device such as newspaper or a flip flop and a can of hairspray. Well the plan was good in theory. The hairspray was supposed to wiegh down the bug rendering it flightless. But my hairspray wouldnt do it. It sprayed a fine mist that didnt even bother the bug. It didnt even get mad! So I abandoned janice's plan and ran straight for the bleach tilex. (evil grin) after spraying it a few times I tried to smack it with the flip flop. Well it hit the ground and tried to fly at me. So I grabbed the tool of a real warior, a five pound wratchet from the closet and begain wailing on it. Needless to say, it now sleeps with the fishes. Actually I immagine it sleeps with the toilet paper and human waste as I flushed it down the toilet. And so endsthe tale of the great battle of august 28th 2009. True story by: Ila Taylor.