"You Never Can Tell With Bees..."

If you have read any Winnie the Pooh lately...you know that saying. Well in my case, you never can tell with WASPS. I am about maxed out with paper wasps. I don't know what the deal-io is. I have no neighbors so you would think the wasps would go to the empty houses. But for some reason, they are obsessed with our screened-in porch. On top of that, they are somehow getting into our house! Yes, I have killed about six to eight wasps in our house in the last two weeks.

Including one in our bedroom last night at 10pm. Picture it, I am reading a book, minding my own business, when I hear a strange noise. So I leap up and look down the hall (like that is going to protect me from an intruder or something) and then when I return to our room I hear and see the wasp buzzing around. Arggghhhhh. I leave to get the fly swatter and when I return I don't see it. Great. I am not going to be able to sleep knowing there is a wasp somewhere in the house.

So I stand there for about 5 minutes...then get back into bed (after I checked under all the covers and pillows of course) and start reading again. Well, it re-appears about 15 minutes later. I am shaking, my heart is pounding, and I am diving all over the room to get a good angle to make sure I can kill it first time. I did. And I finally went to bed.

Today. I have killed two in the living room. So I turn on the heat. I know, what?! The entomologist told me to do that monthly to blow any wasps out that may be coming into our furnace room through the roof.

So it is a sauna in the house, both boys JUST filled their diapers with #2 so it smells really bad, and a maintenance man shows up to change out our smoke detectors. I am pretty sure he was thinking I was whacked for running the heat when it is 95 degrees outside...

Before all that craziness, we spent the morning at an air museum. It was fun..the boys enjoyed seeing all of the airplanes. They kept saying "daddy's plane." Although I think they were a bit overwhelmed. When we were outside they wouldn't even move toward the planes so I strapped them in their stroller and then they were fine. They didn't even try to get out of their stroller the whole time. Too busy looking.

A nice display that made for a good photo opportunity:

Uncle Matt's plane:

Grandpa's plane:

BD's plane:

There weren't any static displays of Aunt JJ's plane though!