Another Attempt Thwarted?

I was at the kitchen table Thursday morning, on the phone with The Pony about our Errand Day, when I saw a WASP buzz past my face!

"I've gotta go! I need the flyswatter. A wasp is sitting on the window trim over my shoulder. I'm sure Dad let it in this morning to kill me! Talk to you later!"

That dang wasp was HUGE. At least two inches long. It clung to the window trim, probably rubbing its hands in glee, while I went to the cutting block to retrieve a flyswatter that hangs on a hook from its metal frame. I crept back and 

WHAP!

One quick, forceful swat, and that wasp fell to the flat top of a little container I have sitting under the window. I grabbed half a Puffs With Lotion (already torn in half, because I am miserly and don't use a whole tissue when a half works just fine) and scooped up the wasp, squishing as I did so. Then I took him to the toilet and flushed him.

CRUSHED and FLUSHED!

That's the only way to get rid of such an unwelcome guest! I don't trust them. Many a time (before I gained some sense) I have swatted a wasp, and put it in the wastebasket, only to see it later buzzing around the Mansion again! Or my $17,000 house. They don't stay dead! It's like you can crunch them, folded upon themselves like origami, and still they come back to life. 

I really hope this one doesn't miraculously reanimate, and swim up from the toilet at a time when I am... um... indisposed!