Oops .... Whichway now

You know the joys of being a grandparent and watching them for a few hours. Then wondering how in the world did I handle raising my children full time cause in just a few hours time, I am completely and totally wore out. Shew, we.

I had my grandbaby over for a visit, and we were waiting on his mom to come pick him up. Well he was starting to get stir-crazy and whiny waiting on mommy, so I had the bright idea to go outside and wait. Thought we could play in the yard to get some of that whiny energy out and to distract him until mommy got there. Well, we have some very energetic animals that tend to run away when given the chance (What's out there that I don't provide, I want to ask them, anywho) and I didn't want our dog to go outside while we were waiting on a car, so I shut the door on the way outside.

Yeah, mental note, always check the door before you close it, especially when you've had a 3-year-old over that likes to play with the door knobs. Let this be a warning to you good folks, never ever take anything for granted when dealing with young children, especially door knobs...lol. So... I realized I forgot to grab my grandbabies stuff and tried to go back in to get it, but alas, the door said no, nada, nilch, no way. It was locked, locked tight. Ugh, okay, no problem. I have a back door that is probably open. NOPE!! Denied again. Ahhh! Okay okay, not to panic. My daughter was on her way, we'd figure it out. Right?

Of course wouldn't ya know, I left my phone inside (smart move Sherlock) and the ONLY key that could unlock the door, go figure, so yeah, all I could do now is patiently wait (Easier said than done, lol). Finally, after what seemed like FOREVER (probably more like 10 mins, but hey I was panicking here a bit). My daughter shows up and I explained the situation. Then after she decided to finish laughing (seriously, it took awhile), we tried to figure out how to get into the house.

Now, let me tell you a little about country life. You are never alone, NEVER. There is always some kind of bug or critter that will always pop up at the most inopportune moment. Like seriously, am I the Dr. Dolittle of all things creepy and crawly or something? No, for your information I am not, thank you very much.

The most prevalent of these visitors can be the scary, back away from their nest, or you'll know it, waspers. Yes, yes, I do realize that isn't how they are pronounced or even properly spelled, however, down here where I'm from; a wasp is a wasper and the plural isn't wasp but waspers. I can see all you grammar gremlins, grimacing and shaking your heads. Well,....., I ain't sorry, taint nothin' but a little county talk and I like it.

Anywho, These feisty bugs are everywhere and all different types. Big ones, little ones, brightly colored ones and just black looking ones. There's some called dirt daubers, don't sting ya however, they do like to make their wonderfully creative homes out of ..... yup... dirt. They tend to make a mess on your porch. Whereas just regular old waspers like to make their nest in any ol' cubbyhole they can find. I've seen waspers build nest inside satellite dishes, on the inside of house paneling and in the most unusual places. Seems like, one of their favorite places tend to be inside older door frames and older type window sills.

My youngest daughter had a room with one of those older type windows facing the driveway. It had became a home to some of this horrifyingly mad little stingers. Well, she tended to not lock her window either...sooo, after checking every other window in the house that we could reach, it was our last option. Oh, yay...this is gonna be fun. That's sarcasm, just in case ya didn't know. lol.

We stood there debating on which way to rid ourselves of the wasper nest that was tucked so neatly into the corner of the window sill. Fun Fact, if ya didn't know, waspers are a private folk that don't stand much for people hovering around their home. They took a particular interest in us. Maybe because we were standing there staring at their home, or they simply did not like what we were saying because they started dive-bombing us. It was like little missiles being dropped towards us with very accurate homing devices. They knew just where they wanted to go. By this time, the grandbaby was in the car with his daddy, with the doors shut, and the windows rolled up. While my daughter and I were running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to avoid getting stung. Quickly made an executive decision to get the water hose and drown those meanies.

Ran around back to grab the tangled mess that was the water hose. Drug that water hose, while attempting to untangle it at the same time, around to the front, getting soaking wet in the process. Pointed it at that window, then let loose a stream of water that'd make any hot child on a summer day scream with joy. I sprayed, sprayed and sprayed that nest. The nest was good and soaked. Ya know, they just didn't seem to like that though because now those waspers were crazy mad for some odd reason. I don't remember what we had in our hands, maybe sticks, but we were trying to hit the waspers to knock 'em out. Batter up. It was now a battle of wills. We were done with dunking and hiding, time to finish this.

When the mass hysteria calmed down some and several of those buzzing baddies were knocked out or left the area, I somehow convinced my daughter to layer herself with whatever jackets/clothes that we could find from the garage and vehicles. She kept saying, are you sure? I was like oh yeah, just cover yourself up and crawl through that window, you'll be fine, just fine. Besides, I'm sure, I'm not going to be able to crawl through there. Um, unhuh.. yup, sure. lol.

Bless her heart, I love my child. She's a brave soul, that one. I was the one laughing now, while looking at her with her eclectic assortment of jackets and clothes on. I think I had a broom or stick that I used to very gently opened the window, while standing as far away as I possibly could, in which she climbed in as quickly as she could.

YAY!! Whoo hoo!! Take that you Waspers, you didn't get the best of us. Success, she walked out the front door with no stings or waspers attached to her anywhere. She slid into home...SAFE! Now, I just have to explain to my youngest daughter why there was water in her room with a weird black clump of something hanging off her window sill. Then explain to my husband why the water hose was in the front yard with a small puddle next to a window... lol. I was definitely worn out after my grandbaby's visit that day.

The weird adventures I find myself in sometimes. It does remind me of something, though. Are we willing to be brave enough to do whatever the Good Lord asks us to do? Most of the time, it can be difficult and challenging. We may get stung (words can sting so much more than a wasper sting) but if we trust in the Lord, it will definitely be well worth in the end.

ACTS 5:29

Love you all, stay safe my friends.