The main battle has taken place ... minor skirmishes have followed.
And, no, I don't care if I've set feminism back 2- 50 years; when a friend offered this morning to stop by and man the spray, I took him up on it with the glee of a woman NOT being stung.
I stood not so bravely by the door ... okay ... inside the door ... while he sprayed down the butterfly stone and shot the occasional returning wasp. I thought I'd have to wait a day or so before trying to figure out how to get the nest out but, "what's that you say, do I have a screwdriver? Why yes, YES I do." My friend figured out how to take the bottom off of my solar-powered butterfly and found three nests - a large on on the butterfly and two smaller ones.
More spray, some knocking on wood, and the nests were casualties on the battlefield called my balcony.
*Bruhahahahahaha*
I thanked profusely ... then left the battlefield to let the blood dry before cleanup.
I came back later alone and, feeling quite the victor, stomped on the nests to ensure complete desolation. Yeeeeah ... so ... don't do that. Weird pink gooey stuff does not go well with my tennis shoe or deck. Blech.
I swept the bodies off the battlefield then quickly retreated when more soldier wasps returned home to ... well ... visions of Luke running home then staring idly into the sunset come to mind. Seriously ... this one fellow stood off to the side all contemplative.
Until the evil empire struck again and sprayed his ass. Oh yeah. I killed three more and retreated again. I was feeling all Mel Gibson waving the "watch this" flag in Braveheart when I noticed yet another casualty of the mayhem. But this wasn't right ... not right at all!
It was darkening outside by this time ... but remaining dark on my balcony as well. Alas, stone butterfly remained dark. Was the unleashed stream of killing spray too much for her??!!!!
*sadness*
But wait ... wait ... 20 minutes later - enter R2D2 all fixed and shiny during the victory ceremony!
She's all bright now! My butterfly survived and shines brightly on my abode. WHEEEE!!!
...with the battle won and the fair butterfly saved, our warrior princess rests easy and in peace knowing all is well in her world.
ReplyDeleteBut somewhere beyond the horizon, perhaps in a wooded glen or maybe a meadow glade, a new winged army is assembling.
There really isn't a happily ever after, is there. *sigh* I'll go get the Raid.
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