The other night I was doing my "hunting" and thought that a wasp was guarding the side yard. I thought that it was flying awfully slow, but didn't want to risk it and gave up for the night.
I came inside and not an hour later the little bugger was inside! I had no idea how the wasp got into the house. After a couple jumps off the couch, and running around the house, he hit the fan and fell to the ground, giving my cat a reason to be interested.
The kicker: it wasn't a wasp, but what I found out to be a May or June beetle. Guess that explains the grub in the lawn a few months ago. He must have landed on my shirt before I came in the house.
Great. Caterpillars, beetles, and creepy crawlies. Oh my! Welcome to suburban gardening...
