Okay - I just have to write this post right now, while the smell of flyspray is just about making me gag.... what is up with guys and flyspray?
From a young girl (to this present day) I have memories of my dad overdoing it with bugs and flyspray... ants, flys, bees, wasps, whatever the bug, if they entered our house, everyone was going to suffer. There was no waiting for the actual chemicals in the flyspray to kill the creature, they were going to be so covered in the stuff that they would drown before the chemicals took effect.
Darling Symon seems to have the same love affair with the stuff. For some reason he has had quite a few bad experiences with bugs... putting on a wetsuit for a surf, only to be stung in the chest by a wasp that was hiding inside it. He also as a child threw stones at a wasp nest with his childhood buddy Brian, only to be chased by a swarm of angy paper wasps and stung in the chest several times (serves them right!). As an early married couple he had the wonderful idea of making our own surfboard wax, using genuine bees wax... we left our windows open in the house while we melted the wax, and it was amazing how soon our house was full of swarming bees!
Anyway, tonight a giant wasp entered the lounge, and immediately Symon was on alert! With utter bravery (protecting his family his main concern... I wish!) he caused a great spectical, slipping on the floor and nearly breaking a glass and re-dislocating his shoulder... and finally conquering the said wasp by drowing it in flyspray. Thanks darling - you saved the day... you should have a mini flyspray can on your swiss army knife!