Quick update before I head to bed…
My son was having a hard time going to bed tonight. I laid in his room with him for close to an hour before I finally had to get up and do some things around the house. He wasn’t happy about it and said “something was coming to get him” from his closet.
… I shut his closet.
I then went to try and do some work. Wasn’t happening. He just kept crying and yelling for me to come back, telling me couldn’t be alone.
As I went back to his bedroom one of th final times, a black wasp flew into my face.
I got the chills.
I sort of backed into our kitchen as it started to fly down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Suddenly, my papa bear instincts kicked in and I was able to kill it before it made it down the hall.
I have never seen a wasp or any other flying insect while in our apartment. And the timing, at bed time, was almost too coincidental.
Again. Bugs happen. But really???