I've had trouble with these black insects on my front porch. They looked like wasps to me, but I've been told they're black daubers, which is a member of the wasp family from what I read online. I've had the pest company out once to spray and they were out on Tuesday, too, but I'm not sure whether or not they sprayed again. I sure hope so because...well, let me tell you what happened.
On Saturday, the neighbor kid mowed my lawn and I went outside to pay him. No big deal. I don't leave the door open because I know better and I hate bugs, so it was closed unless I was actually exiting or entering. Apparently, that was a enough.
Sunday morning I wake up groggy. I head for the kitchen to turn on the coffeemaker. Must have coffee. And as I turn from the coffee to open the blinds, I see a bug on the floor under the table. A big one.
It looked like a roach in my blurry-eyed state and I'm like, oh, God, no! I pull the chair out from the table and grab the broom. I whack the intruder.
That turned his body enough for me to decide it was one of those flying dauber things. And he's still moving. Crap! I use the broom on him again. And again. And yet again.
Still moving. I grab the bug spray and let him have it. He continues to crawl.
I grab the broom again and bring it down on him a few more times. Finally, he stopped moving. It took a good six or seven whacks to stop the Terminator of the insect world. Gah!
Since then, I haven't dared open my front door. I've walked through the garage to get my packages. Better that than having to go through another morning like Sunday.
