Blog #62 - Wasps

      I am really only scared of two things in this world, and they happen to be tornadoes and wasps. I can relate the fears of these two things back to specific times in my past. Tornadoes, the insanely destructive twisters, are from when my mother became overly curious about a funnel cloud. She parked the car underneath a very sinister-looking funnel cloud, and got out of the car. I started freaking out because she wouldn't get back in and drive away. If memory serves, a tornado actually touched down very shortly after we left and destroyed a building. I just can't stand it when the wind starts howling, and then tree limbs start breaking. After that, the power typically goes out and I start to feel helpless. It doesn't help that my family doesn't have a basement, so the little safety I could derive from one isn't there.

      Wasps are just utterly terrifying in their own right. Back when I was younger, I was playing around with my brother at a park, and he climbed over a wasp nest. Wasps proceeded to sting him several times up his neck, and I believe my fear stems from that point. The interesting thing is that I actually really like bees. Bees are the cutest little bugs ever, particularly honey bees. Wasps are terrifying looking. They have awkwardly-sized appendages, and make a weird noise when they fly. Their heads are brutal-looking, and the crawl in such a menacing manner. I keep a can of wasp-killer in my room, and then I keep a can out in my car, just in case the wasps surround one. If they coordinate an attack and guard both of them, I have my brother in a contractual agreement that he will be my sacrifice to get one of the cans.