So, I just came back to my apartment building after 2 months from visiting my mom in Maryland, in which time it has not been resided in. So, over the past few days I've been handling small issues, like getting my car engine fixed (apparently it's breaking down for some reason), buying supplies for my kitchen, finally cooking for myself instead of relying on TV dinners, etc.
Then, one day, I decide to do the laundry; the laundry is accessible outside, from the patio. I walk outside. It strikes me, as I open the doors into the laundry closet, that the area may actually be infested by various insects, since hey, 2 months of sitting around in the second floor. I focus on a dark flying bug in the back of the closet, which may or may not have been an actual wasp.
Suddenly I hear a buzzing and something's getting caught up in my hair. I reach up to swat at it (big mistake, huh?), and then I'm getting stung on the arm and back. Apparently, I had wasps crawling on me, feeling threatened by my presence. That's right, one foot above me, there was a wasp nest, laying right against the patio light. Naturally, I spazzed out, and shrieked (hopefully in a less than effeminate fashion...)
Did I mention I have a phobia of stinging insects? I cannot sit or stand still when I can hear or see the buzzing of a bee or wasp -- I have to leave the area ASAP. Wasps crawling over my body and ready to sting me? This is an extreme experience for me. I still knee-jerk when I feel anything brush against my skin.
By the way, the nest was filled with 15-20 wasps. All about a foot away.
I'll be lucky to sleep tonight.
Good news is, I got my revenge. Or rather, someone working with the management sprayed them to hell and back (we're not allowed to use pesticides ourselves).