One of the drawbacks of my recent issues with pancreatitis is that I can’t drink alcohol.
That normally wouldn’t bother me. I’m not a big drinker these days as it is. But a side effect is that it removes a fallback excuse for when I do something really stupid.
It is 10:20pm. I am about to go outside and pour a combination of ammonia and water onto three separate nests that house the largest mutant wasps I’ve ever seen. Because, apparently, that’s how you get rid of them.
This has bad fucking idea written all over it.