The morning air was calm and the sun's soft golden rays poked insolently through the blinds that were drawn to prevent their presence. All was quiet as I went about my morning routine when suddenly...
I shrieked. Loudly. It pierced the quiet and made even me jump. Did that sound really come from me?
I turned back towards the window and jumped again, this time without emitting any sounds. There, in front of me, were not one, but two hornets. They're plotting their attack, I just know it.
Over the course of the last couple weeks, I've found no fewer than seven of them in my apartment. Two were dead in the window, one I trapped between the windowpane and the screen, two were dead on the floor and the last two...well, they made their presence known today.
After getting over the initial shock, I did the only thing I could think of to do: I left, but not before calling my landlord to request he take care of the problem this weekend in my absence. I just hope that by the time I get back on Sunday, the place isn't overrun with wasps.
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