Rest in peace Waspzilla. You were a worthy foe. The beat and buzz of your wings filled my heart with terror. The tippety tap of your feet and abdomen on surfaces filled my soul with dead.
You were the largest wasp that I have ever encountered within my residence. Unfortunately, my bathroom is off limits to such as you and I entered battle against you.
You set my heart racing. I trembled as I dual-wielded a flip flop in one hand and a spray bottle of vinegar solution in the other. The thought of encountering you in the shower while getting ready for work spurred me into action.
I parted the shower curtain with my armament. You were crawling on the ledge at the top of the molding. Your shadow crept across the ledge as you investigated the surface.
I swapped my flip flop for a bottle of all purpose cleaner. Apprehensive, I waited for you to come into range. Once you had revealed yourself once more, I fired.
I lifted my weapons with shaking arms and sprayed at the maximum range the nozzles were capable of.
I managed to coat you in a fine mist of vinegar-water. It slowed you, but not enough to safely engage in close combat. I backed away as you flew through the air to the walk above the sink.
I could tell that I scored a hit but you were out of my reach. I retrieved a long implement in case you retreated further and continued to spray at my maximum reach.
Finally, I was gaining the upper hand. You lost your grip on the wall and fell to the vanity top, no longer able to fly.
I furiously pumped the nozzle to drench you in solution before swiping you to the floor with my trusty flip flop once more in hand. I made your end as quick as I could, there was no reason to make you suffer further.
It is only fitting that it took just as long to clean up the vinegar droplets from my walls and fixtures as it did to do battle with you.
The terror you inspired within me was so great that I placed a box over the receptacle that holds your remains in case your deity would grant you the ability to seek vengeance.
When I brushed my teeth the next morning, the taste of vinegar had me observe a moment of silence for my fallen adversary.
You were a most worthy and fearsome foe.
