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 Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 10:53 am
So I was working at my desk when I decide I need a reference from someone holding out their braid and pointing at it. There's a mirror handy, so I lean over and pose. That's when I see there is a wasp caught in my hair. Right in my forelock, actually. Above the temple.
I ask my mother to get it out for me because I'm in a poor position for it and I don't want to swat at it, and she starts cooing over the bloody thing like it's a sick kitten. The wasp got more sympathy out of her than I did.
It's also very frustrating to get a bug caught in your hair when you're sitting quietly inside with your hair in a tight bun. How does this happen?
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 11:45 am
From the way your post sounds, it seems like you handled it quite well with a cool head, so hats off to you :'D I on the other hand would have blanked out in a moment of a sheer panic, and then promptly ran to my mom to have her pick it out. I'm pretty sure my voice would also have sounded quite hysterical.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:12 pm
Sooooo, how did it get out?
If I got in your position I'd turn into a statue and wait out it's escape. rofl
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:10 am
Oh, with much cooing and "She must be wearing perfume. (which I actually was for once) No no, she's not a flower. That a flower. Go sit on that pretty flower, you poor dear." my mother picked it out of my hair and took it out to the front garden.
Why do I say front garden? We have three bloody gardens, plus the one we're not using. And when we were using that one, there was a field where the goat's paddock is now.
Hence this being a farm. Not that any of these are maintained anymore.
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