Today I am taking my comprehensive exam for graduate school - a 7 hour marathon of writing that had me up at 5:30 A.M.
I woke up.
I hit the snooze.
I woke up.
I went to the bathroom.
I got in the shower.
Just as I closed the shower door I saw something fly across the bathroom.
I got clean.
I saw said UFO buzzing near the ceiling light.
Wait, did I say buzzing?
That's right, just as I got naked and vulnerable, I noticed one of these angry little bastards in the small confines of my safe place.
I contemplated how to get out of the shower, get a towel, and escape the bathroom with as little movement or threat to the tiny, menacing, death machine as possible.
I made it happen, quickly slamming the door in a false sense of security.
Then realized that everything I needed was still in the bathroom with that blight of creation.
What to do?
If I try to smash the minature Mephistopheles with a book, I might miss and it will get me.
Plus I don't want to get my book full of juice.
I looked under my sink for any chemical with aerosol capabilities. Surely a 10-12 inch spray range would keep me safe as I sent that bugger back to the flames of hell.
Incidentally, did you know that wasps can be killed with a shot of Resolve carpet spray?
Spot magic indeed.