twist of fait accomplis

A few days ago, Huyen knocked some wasp eggs from outside the sliding glass door in our kitchen, with the hope that we could put our window planter out back without having to do battle with mama wasp. Within seconds, the mother wasp came back and was mighty pissed, searching for her eggs and seemingly saying to Huyen, "You mess with my kids? You want some of this? I'll sting your ass and eat your children!"

Last night I dreamt that I knocked down another set of wasp eggs, but through the screen door since the mother wasp itself was nearby. I saw the wasp buzzing around outside, but was content that I was safe indoors. But then I looked up and saw the wasp—about five times the normal size—inside and right above my head. I started running around the house and freaking out, squealing like a stuck pig. I tried to trap it in the bathroom, but to no avail. Huyen was remaining pretty calm through it all.

Then Batman appeared and told us, "OK, let's go and get this wasp before it gets us."

God bless Adam West.