A few days ago, I discovered a yellow jacket carcass on my windowsill. I was disturbed but wrote it off as a fluke and told myself to be grateful it was already dead. But last night, I went to go make a sandwich and was greeted with a horrifying BZZ! I looked up to see my worst nightmare buzzing frantically around the light, he looked frustrated and confused and I was mortified. I called for my boyfriend and hid in the bathroom as he combated the bug with febreeze. He insists that it is dead, but we have not found a body, so of course that’s not good enough for me.
I’ve been torturing myself over this since. I got MAYBE two hours of sleep last night and my imagination’s been running wild with worst-case-scenarios.
I’ve always been afraid of most bugs, but flying/stinging ones are where my phobia is at it’s strongest. I’ve killed spiders, centipedes, moths, beetles and flies in my house before, but never a wasp! I have no idea how to deal with this. I’m clutching some bug spray and a flyswatter in my locked room and still I’m still paranoid. Logic really doesn’t do anything to calm me, no matter how many times I tell myself “It’s just a bug”. I feel trapped in many ways.
Any advice or support would be appreciated, thank you!!!!
