This morning, as I was shaving, I noticed that someone with a weedeater was in my backyard. Well, I heard them weedeating, anyways. About halfway through, I figured out that it wasn't actually a weedeater, but rather a HUGE WASP buzzing around the bathroom. Great! I was kind of in an awkward position, because I was in midshave, but I figured that as long as I ignored him, he wouldn't bother me. Boy was I wrong. A few seconds later, the bastard tried to fly up my nose. Really. He was about halfway up my nose before I grabbed him, flung him to the ground, and covered him up with a towel.
Did I ever tell you about the time I saw a giant green fireball shoot through the sky, and then I promptly forgot about it for two days?