Retribution

Alone I entered the room. Something wasn’t right. The patio door was open. There he was, hiding in the corner. That was the last straw. He’d been bothering me and my family all week. We were all afraid of him. As I cautiously approached him he went for me. Trying to evade him I fell and cut my head on the edge of the radiator. Finally I managed to get the better of him, striking him hard with my right hand. Then I angrily launched into him. Didn’t know I had it in me. After a few moments It was all over. he was gone. I had killed him! I managed to get him off the floor and carried him outside, dumping him behind the trees at the bottom of the garden. I was pleased to be rid of him before the family came back home. Later I stood looking down the garden through the kitchen window to where he was. I felt a bit guilty but was somehow relieved. I had always hated Wasps! At least that’s one less to bother us.