I couldn't do it. I just couldn't get the wasp out. I tried, I got close to actually trying something to get it out, but each time my nerves got the best of me. I even got the vacuum in the room with the wasp and turned it on, but I couldn't get close enough to actually suck it into the machine. So what, you ask, did I do. I went next door and got my neighbor (a girl, not a guy) to do it for me. My son called her Supergirl and I feel like a total failure as a mom. Now if someone was bleeding, or chopped something off, I'm good with that. I can even handle other bugs, kind-of, but I can't do flying stinging things. I just can't.
By the way, the vacuum is currently in the garage.
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