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  • My bathroom light stopped working one time. I changed the bulb. No joy.
    I crawled into the attic and slithered over the beams in the dark to where the light fitting went into the ceiling below. It was really cramped and dirty, and hot. It was August.
    I had a small maglite between my teeth for illumination, and I pointed the beam at the light fitting. There was a loose wire. I had to be careful, because I could hear the wire humming.
    I soon realised it wasn't the wire. I tilted my head, and the light fell on a wasps nest the size of a rugby ball, about three inches from my right eye, teaming with stripy cunts.
    I slowly, carefully slithered away.
    It took me an hour to recover.

    This was the beginning of an epic, Summer long battle with the wasps nest, involving foam, smoke, sprays, sharp sticks, home made wasp proof suits and an industrial vacuum. And lots of panicked screaming. I didn't get stung. I just did a lot of panicked screaming.

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