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Le Sacre du printemps

March 27, 2008 - Erin O'Neill
Spring has officially sprung, although the Mid-Ohio Valley weather is having a hard time making up its mind, as usual. Along with longer days, chirping birds and budding plants, Spring means bugs. I hate bugs.

Bees (wasps, hornets, yellow jackets) especially because they are creepy, they can be aggressive, they make irritating buzzing noises and I am allergic.

Spiders and snakes are also on my hit list. Now before I make any entomological enemies, I am aware that every living thing has its place in the world but that place is not on my back porch or anywhere near me really.

Yesterday my kid and I came home to a couple of wasps (I think?) clinging drunkenly to the back door. I believe they are still hung over from a long winter’s nap but looking for a snack or something.

I’m certainly not an expert but I know I didn’t want them there and neither did my 2 1/2 year old who was crying and has not even had a bad experience as far as I know.

Which poses an interesting question. Can phobias be passed on? I know my dad is afraid of heights and deep water, two fears that I have also somehow inherited.

I know I owe it to my child to learn to fear (or - gulp -love) creepy crawlies on her own. But I couldn’t help incorporating all my phobias into one so I took the garden hose and promptly drowned the wasps then watched as they fell to their ultimate demise.

Ah Spring...


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