I was sitting at the desk yesterday when DH walks up to me and says, "Put out your hand." Now, usually when he does that it means he's got an interesting coin to show me. So, out goes my hand. He says, "Look what I found on the stairway" and drops a black and yellow object on my palm. I looked at it for a moment, my eyes got big, and I said, "Why are you giving me a dead yellow jacket?!" DH bends down to look at it and says, "Oh, I thought it was a fake one that you use in your crafts." He picked it back up and threw it in the wastebasket.
I spent the rest of the day wiping my palm on my jeans and shuddering. Ugh!
I spent the rest of the day wiping my palm on my jeans and shuddering. Ugh!