How Did The Meal Plan Go: Day Six

Day 6::
Breakfast: Cold cereal. I think I forgot to eat breakfast. I was awoken rather early by a terrified Mr. Dramatic.

"There's a bee in the living room!" He was stung by a wasp a few months back, so his fear is quite understandable.

"Honey are you sure it's a bee?" Often flying insects get slapped with the all inclusive: "It's a bee!!!!"

"Yes! It is black and yellow."

Oh joy, a yellow jacket in my living room.

My adrenaline starts to flow...can't decide at this point if it is the fight or flight mechanism kicking in. Briefly I consider the idea of waiting for my husband to get home in a mere six hours. But then I come back to reality. I am the mother. Their protector. I am the Bug Killer by default when Mr. Q is not home, and wasps are included in my job description.

I tell the boys to take care of their sister, say a prayer, ask my son exactly where it was when he last saw it, mentally say another prayer "Lord, please let it not be flying around like crazy!" and courageously step outside of the safety of my bedroom door.

Bleary-eyed, and squinting through glasses that have a four year old prescription in them, I locate the offender where my son had directed me. It was on the floor laying on its side.

Praise the Lord! Hallelujah! It's dead! Mr. Dramatic had told me it was alive and moving. Oh, wait a minute....nope, it's not dead! Eeek! Acckk!

Regain my lost bug killing composure and review my choices for weapons.

Library book? Nah, bug guts on public property not a good idea.

Rolled up newspaper? Nope, doesn't have enough accuracy. There is no room for error when dealing with wasps.

Finally, I settle on my husband's flip-flop. Big enough surface area for maximum annihilation assurance, long enough that if I miss I have a chance at a getaway.

Screw up the courage that seems to be draining from my body fast in vast amounts of perspiration.

One foot slowly moves forward. Stealth is everything. The other foot. I am now approximately six inches from the now more lively wasp.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! Sorry, one more for good measure.

Clean up bug guts and any possible stinger left on carpet. Exclaim joyfully and jitteryishly to your kids that it is dead.

Throw remains in the woodstove just in case...

Lunch:
Hubby ate out again (I know, I slacked.), kids and I had hotdogs with cheese.

Dinner:
Ranch chicken over leftover spaghetti. I think we are all a little tired of spaghetti now. The chicken was marinated in ranch sauce prior to baking in oven. It had a nice kick to it. The boys didn't want any chicken so they had noodles with butter and parmesan cheese.

***Edited: Okay, I CANNOT believe that none of you caught my horrible grammatical faux-paux! Maybe you all are just too sweet to correct me. What I meant to say is " I was awakened rather early.." Apparently I was still half asleep when I wrote and proofread my post....LOL!