I got an email about this website for the zombie anthology in which one of my stories is being reprinted, along with a request that I post it to any websites or social networks to which I belong, so here's the url:
I should have posted that url here days ago, but I didn't because I've recently been searching for some old Super 8 films I made a long time ago with the idea of getting them transferred onto to DVD, so I can edit them and possibly do something with them at long last. (I had several of them transferred onto VHS years ago, but the guy who did it made the "artistic decision" - without consulting me - to fiddle about with the picture quality to make the films look old and grainy. Which I did not
want, and which he didn't even do well; the old and grainy effect just made the films look badly photographed. Which is why I'm trying to find the original films again.) After looking in every possible nook and cranny downstairs, it occurred to me to have a look in the loft.
I was rooting around in the loft when I caught a bit of movement in the corner of my eye. It was then I turned my head and saw I was less than a foot away from a huge wasps' nest.
To make a long story short, it turned out there wasn't just one wasps' nest in the loft, but several. One of those guys in white protective suits came round and sprayed a lot of chemicals, then told me to stay out of the loft for a couple of days because it could in theory take that long for all of them to die, and at the moment there were thousands of them flying around, and they were angry.
The guy left, and I sat down at my desk - which just happens to be in the room directly below the spot where I'd found the first big nest, and to which there are several cables running from the loft (can you guess where this story is going?) - to type an email. I was in the middle of a sentence when I heard the sound of angry buzzing and felt something brush against my hair. At which point I leapt up and ran from the room, slamming and locking the door behind me, and then stuffing the gap beneath the door with newspaper.
The result of this is that I've had a few days with no email nor internet of any description. Which turned out to be such a pleasant experience, I was in no hurry to unlock the room again, and left it an extra day.
But today I finally gave in and opened the door, deleted the unfinished email I'd left in the middle of the screen, and - finding the wasp that had brushed past my ear dead on the windowsill, and no signs of any others - have concluded that it is probably safe to be in here once again. For the moment, at least. (Here's what the guy from the pest control company told me: with lofts being better insulated these days, he's now getting call-outs for wasps' nests all year round. He said a lot of people find them in the run-up to Christmas - when they go up into the loft to bring down the decorations - and he even had some call-outs for wasps' nests in lofts last January when there was snow on the ground. To which my eloquent reply was something along the lines of: "Eek!")
To change the subject to something less likely to make me run screaming from the room, since I last posted anything here, my latest tiny cheezburger triumphs have included another history front page, two more dog front pages, and one more celebrity front page.
Rather than inflict the four of them on you, on the off-chance anyone's interested, here once again are the urls for my front pages on various cheezburger sites (the most recent ones will be at the top of the first page of search results for each site):
My front page dogs: http://ihasahotdog.com/?s=molly_b
My front page celebs: http://roflrazzi.com/?s=molly_b
My history front pages: http://historiclols.cheezburger.com/?s=molly_b
My one and only (so far, anyway) "news" front page: http://punditkitchen.com/?s=molly_B
And my only derp front page (and no, I still
don't understand what "derp" is actually about): http://derp.cheezburger.com/?s=molly_b
BTW, with the exception of icanhascheezburger and ihasahotdog, all of the cheezburger sites above add extra titles above the picture which are written by someone in the cheezburger.com office, not
the person who did the caption. (I only mention this so you'll know that lines such as: "Saint Cosby to the rescue" - I have no idea what that line even refers to! - are not
And regarding the age-old question: "Which would you rather find in your house: zombies or wasps?" in my opinion there's no contest; I'll take the zombies every time.
Unless they're zombie wasps.