Feast of Fools

Les unites parentales are in Australia for three weeks and having a whale of a time (if they didn't fall off the top of the Sydney bridge last night). This means I'm all on my lonesome in the house, which is frankly lovely and it's tidier than it's ever been (Mum is never gonna believe I didn't do it ten minutes before she returned. Maybe when I have my own place...)

And I wash stuff, and I did the bins, and if I'm feeling particularly adventurous I might even recycle the newspapers next week.

The only teeny, tiny problem is that there's nobody around when you really want to palm off some ratty job. I went up to bed on Sunday and there was a stonking great queen wasp trapped in my bedroom light fitting. I have NO IDEA how it got in there. The fitting in question is a vertical chrome cylinder about four inches high and five inches in diameter - it has some narrow slits in the sides, but they're entirely too small for a big wasp to get through (and it certainly couldn't get out again, QED) I could only see the bugger as it buzzed past the slits. I suspect it may have teleported through sheer evil force of will.

Now I managed to get to sleep OK despite it buzzing away in the dark, but it was still going when I woke up in the morning and frankly it was starting to get me down. I am not the world's biggest fan of wasps and having it buzzing just above my head while I was getting dressed was making me twitch. So I finally went slightly mad and climbed up on a stool and sprayed the light fitting full of Raid.

*coughs* Does anybody know if Raid does bad things to electrics? I'm now too scared to turn the light on.