Coincidently I came home from the pub yesterday to find my Dad in my bedroom armed with a Dyson sucking shit loads of wasps up! I was assured by my Dad that there were 100's in my room before he Hoovered the fuckers up, literally my curtains (drapes) were moving due to so many crawling on them.

My Mon had rang some pest guy who said it was too early for there to be a nest but more than likely a few hundred had followed the Queen Bee into the chimney above my room looking for a place to make a nest. I can only assume they have some how found a way out of the chimney breast into my room from behind my wardrobe.

Anyways, last night after I'd Hoovered another couple dozen or so wasps up I fell asleep. I woke up around 2am to have at least 20 buzzin around my room. I scarpered downstairs to the sofa and spent the night there. I'm back in my room now and had to hoover some more of the fuckers up just out of my sock drawer, in fact I can still hear them buzzing in the chimney breast as we speak.

Fuck sleeping in here tonight, I'm going in the spare room me thinks!