Little Miss Runner Pants

my house is being attacked by multi-legged creatures, and i'm getting a little sick of it, to be frank.

yesterday evening as i was putzing around on my computer i heard the tell-tale sounds of something buzzing around my window. after finally locating its where-abouts i was disappointed to find not just an alarmingly-sized fly flitting about (because really.. its like they're on steroids around here. flies just get HUGE.) but instead something much worse.

something that could sting.

something called.... a wasp.

annoyed with my apparent stinging bug situation, but also fully aware of karma and it's "what goes around comes around" strong hold on my life lately... i decided to let it be. (ha. bee. get it?)

*ahem*

anyway.. it was trapped between the inner and outer glass of my old-style windows and i figured.. whatever.

it knows how it got in... maybe it'll just...
get out?!

this evening when i came home though i found.. it had maintained it's stance.

wasp + window = yup, still. there.

for the first hour or so at home i sat, patiently, with my Clorox Bleach Cleaner and figured... sooner or later it's gotta die. it just has to. it will.

well. i'll spray it to death.
... right?!

after a solid quarter to maybe even full hour, though, i saw that it was just sitting there. harming no one, so.. again.

i let it be.

quickly there after i headed to my gloriously amazing walk-in closet upstairs to get to work on unpacking my things.

as i was diligently hanging one item after another, out of the corner of my eye i saw something move.

son of a bitch.. not again!

i ran downstairs, grabbed my kitchen cleaner, and headed back, now satisfactorally armed, to check out my beast.

and honestly?

i have no idea what it is.
basically, to my best guess, its some sort of unidentified jumping spider-cricket thing, who's about the size of a dime, with legs and antennae out to about HERE!

stealth-like, and with surprising poise, given the situation, i slowly.. carefully... removed all my hung items and laid them next to me.

ha. bastard. i've got you now! what do you think of THIS!... apparently, karma be damned. i doused the thing, with one, two, three shots to the head and then.

OMG ITS ALIVE, RUN FOR IT, DUCK, TAKE COVER!!

....... *JUMP!!*.....

the thing jumped straight at me, at least 3 feet. were it not for my cat-like reflexes it would have landed square on top of me.

obviously... this meant war.

i took a moment, assessed the situation, realized my fire power wasn't what it should be and called in the big-guns.

hairspray. mother@%$#-er!

for the next at least half hour i stalked that son of a bitch as he hopped onto, between, and underneath my now-on-the-ground-soaked-with-kitchen-cleaner-wardrobe and hit him with hairspray every chance i got.

unfortunately for me his jumping scared me off. i stood back and watched as he struggled up between and into a few shirts and.. for all i know..

laid to rest.

or plan his next attack.
i can't be sure.

needless to say tomorrow at work i'll be strengthening my artillery arsenal, devising some sort of unified plan of attack and..

because that multi-legged jumping freak now has free reign over my stuff...

wearing what i had on today...

for the rest of the week!