I know this is a bit strange, but bear with me...
I fucking hate wasps. Like, I have a massive phobia of them. All it takes is a wasp in the room (or even for someone to TELL me there's a wasp in the room) and this 6'1" 17 stone man turns into a whimpering schoolgirl. I was stung as a very young child, and since then... well yeah, you get the picture. I suck.
So I'm just sat in front of my computer, minding my own business, when a FUCKING HUGE WASP flies in and starts buzzing around in front of my right speaker. It's like, three feet from me. I shat my fucking pants, and legged it out of the room, slamming my bedroom door behind me.
After catching my breath in the hallway, I managed to work up the courage to go back in there. I gently opened the door, and he had moved back closer to the window, but was now floating around my ukulele strings. Something obviously attracted him to it, because he then proceeded to fly inside, catch himself on the soundhole and fall down inside the uke (which is probably full of dust). As he starts coming around, all I can hear is his futile buzzing as he tries to break through and get the fuck back out - being in the resonant body of the uke, the sound carries right across the room...
THAT's when I decided to stop being a wimp. My guitar was resting against my desk, still plumbed in and the amp still on. I grabbed it, worked out what pitch the wasp was beating its wings at (D#, if anyone's interested) and jammed a sweet-ass blues guitar solo along with him. I kept pausing, to see if he was still going. His buzzing was intermittent as he kept trying to fly and failing. It made for a good call and response style solo. As I hit the last note (a really high D#) I held it and went sick on the whammy bar...
Suddenly the wasp flew out and went STRAIGHT out the window.
I had to share that. That's the best thing to have happened to me this week.
I fucking hate wasps. Like, I have a massive phobia of them. All it takes is a wasp in the room (or even for someone to TELL me there's a wasp in the room) and this 6'1" 17 stone man turns into a whimpering schoolgirl. I was stung as a very young child, and since then... well yeah, you get the picture. I suck.
So I'm just sat in front of my computer, minding my own business, when a FUCKING HUGE WASP flies in and starts buzzing around in front of my right speaker. It's like, three feet from me. I shat my fucking pants, and legged it out of the room, slamming my bedroom door behind me.
After catching my breath in the hallway, I managed to work up the courage to go back in there. I gently opened the door, and he had moved back closer to the window, but was now floating around my ukulele strings. Something obviously attracted him to it, because he then proceeded to fly inside, catch himself on the soundhole and fall down inside the uke (which is probably full of dust). As he starts coming around, all I can hear is his futile buzzing as he tries to break through and get the fuck back out - being in the resonant body of the uke, the sound carries right across the room...
THAT's when I decided to stop being a wimp. My guitar was resting against my desk, still plumbed in and the amp still on. I grabbed it, worked out what pitch the wasp was beating its wings at (D#, if anyone's interested) and jammed a sweet-ass blues guitar solo along with him. I kept pausing, to see if he was still going. His buzzing was intermittent as he kept trying to fly and failing. It made for a good call and response style solo. As I hit the last note (a really high D#) I held it and went sick on the whammy bar...
Suddenly the wasp flew out and went STRAIGHT out the window.
I had to share that. That's the best thing to have happened to me this week.
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terome:
And yes.. I'm glad you told us what note it was.
mindriot:
That's one of the greatest stories ever told! Thanks for sharing 