When I’m innocently sitting at my desk reading, enjoying my morning coffee, and I casually brush off a hair or thread that is tickling my bare upper arm, and it’s not a hair at all but an ENORMOUS WASP, the seriously freaky alien Southern kind with the helicopter wingspan and the long, rangy legs, which are now writhing around in grotesque confusion on my desk, until the creature rights itself and zooms up into my bookshelf to nestle among MY OWN THINGS as it plots its next sinister sneak attack.
It looked like this, and it violated my personal space.
I started Tuesday such a professional, and now I’m all girly and creeped out.
ETA: As I was posting this, and I swear I am not making this up, the beast appeared AGAIN and dive-bombed my computer. It is clearly an agent of some great, unfathomable evil. Enormous thanks to Jake From Down The Hall, whom I summoned to come kill the thing as it attempted to colonize the Shakespeare section of my office library.