Why I will never go outside again.

So mom and dad just dropped me off after a wonderful weekend at home and a fabulous day at Longwood Gardens. I have my hair in two french braids, and was making sure all day that no foolish yellow jackets had gotten caught.

So they had just left and I went to the bathroom, and couldn't figure out what in the world was buzzing so oddly. Was it my phone? No, my phone was set on vibrate. Was it my squeeky bra? No, because the pitch changed when I moved, but was going consistently.

So I adjusted  my shirt, just in case... and out flew a green winged creature of buzzing. I didn't manage to squish him dead, but he did fall behind my bookcase and hasn't been seen again, so I guess I broke his wing and he's going to starve back there.

Any other bugs want into my apartment? Well, too bad.