The creature was winged and looked like it might sting, yet it was not a bee or a traditional looking wasp/hornet, but I'd like to side with wasp. Anyway...Stinger kept flying under my bench and I would watch it bring a stick, fly away, bring back a stick, fly away, etc. All the while, I hoped I didn't soon feel a stinging in my bum. I looked under me and couldn't figure out what it was doing with the sticks. Then I found two tiny holes in each side of my bench and realized that both holes on one side were stuffed with sticks.
I waited for the little stowaway to leave and covered the holes with some tape. I then watched Stinger fly repeatedly into the tape. I needed a weapon more fierce than this creature's creepiness and stinger. Broom! Swing! Mission accomplished. Here is where you imagine the hilarious site of me standing guard with a postitioned-ready-to-swing broom, lurking behind Stinger, calculating the precise moment of attack.
When I came home from church, I looked to make sure the tape was still there. Yep, and so was an as-of-yet unseen creature on the inside trying to get out. Eew.
|Taped holes and the guard cat on the lookout|