Danger is very real, but fear is a choice.
Will Smith
I spent the rest of the day yesterday, after that posting, afraid and building on that fear the way that humans do. I Googled!
I discovered, during the extensive Google search, that we likely have a large colony or many colonies of European Paper Wasps ( an "invasive species" ) in the attic and wall boards of this house...thus their appearing inside when all openings out seem to be sealed. The numbers we have inside in a run of a day (anywhere from six to 20) are a fraction of the numbers we are seeing outside, and the numbers we are seeing outside are likely even a smaller fraction of the numbers inside their colonies. So, I started to envision this really, really big collection of colonies above my head. I then read how Paper Wasps could chew through dry wall and how colonies could then swarm through ceilings to attack those below whom they naturally assume are responsible for their new exposure. I also read how strange vibrations down stairs could aggravate the defensive gaurds in those attic nests to do what they feel they are there to do. The numbers above my head kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger and more dangerous in my mind's eye as I learned all this.
Just as I was reading that and imagining a swarm of angry wasps landing on my head, I could hear a certain hum in the vent leading to the roof. I thought it was just my imagination until the dogs began to bark and sure enough two wasps came down through the vent as if instigated by the dog bark. Caught up in what I read and what the mind can do with its catstrophic thinking, my amygdala and I freaked. I began to run outside but when I opened the porch door one of the usually non-aggressive wasps began flying at the glass door...(sensing my panic maybe?) ...I slammed that and found myself stuck in the kitchen between the guy outside and the two flying around inside, and all the others I imagined were above my head.
At this point, I had no epipen...I grabbed my phone and called the pharmacy to order one. I then sent an "I -am -really -panicking -here -and-need-you-to-do-something -but -I -am -going -to -pretend -I -am -not" text to D. who was golfing. I explained that I needed him to pick up the pen on the way home and why. I began to call and talk to people I know to casually speak of the wasp situation and my possible need for a place to crash for a few days. When I explained the situation ...especially when I told them I woke up with one on me this morning...they, of course, reacted in a way that my dramatic ego mind liked and in a way my amygdala spent its life waiting for. "Oh Great...a legitimate reason to do my job!"
And the fear and the obsession increased. ...as did the activity of the two wasps floating around in my living room. (There has to be something to that...seriously...they must be able to pick up on the vibration of fear and because of their own hive mind, individual insects must pick up external tension as if being signaled to defend from a threat all at once...I am sure people study that phenomenona and I would be interested in reading more on it. ...but definitely not while I am still living in this house lol). Anyway, I tried going outside again...but buddy said "Nope!" as he again came at the glass. I was a mess...a big cortisol loaded mess. And I was stuck...spent hours in the kitchen. I did not have the same passive compassion and respect I had for the wasps earlier that day, let me tell ya! Fear was bigger than all of us.
The danger was indeed real but maybe not to the extent I thought it was. Fear could have distorted the reality of the danger. I wanted my epipen, convinced that would make me feel safer at least. I called D. again to casually ask if he was almost home. He wasn't...he was just leaving the greens. I am sure he must have heard the panic in my voice. I chastised myself , "Oh my gosh...you feel trapped between creatures that are only one inch long. Come on! What's up with that?"
Then I tried to soothe the mind, " Well maybe I am not anaphylactically allergic. I mean, I was stung on the tip of my finger by that tiny little hornet years ago and all that happened is that my hand and arm swelled up. I didn't have any other systemic sympmtons (it was a tiny hornet). Maybe all I will have is a large local reaction if I get stung by one (or many) of these guys." But then the memories of that day I got stung by a big yellow jacket in Brownie camp years ago flooded me. I got so sick then...swelled up so much...arms, neck, face so quickly. I vomited and passed out within minutes as well. Yeah...I know I am allergic. The danger is real and knowing that makes me choose fear: "I need that epipen!"
So, I waited in the kitchen for hours until he came home. When he did finally arrive, he removed the wasps from the house and porch, tried to seal up the vent, and proceeded to explain how he was going to handle the problem on his own. He got some pesticide from the neighbour. I pointed out that we do not know where the nests are. We cannot follow them in to one particular spot with a spray or dust because the openings are everywhere! I counted about twenty spots where they can be observed coming in and out of from one end of the house to another. Where does he spray..?? That makes it quite complicated.He didn't seem to hear me.
Like he tends to do ( no judgement...just observation), he reduced the significance of the problem to a level of concern that was under realistic...but... it soothed me. I took a deep breath and I gave it back to him to handle. I stopped focusing on wasps for the rest of the evening...(that is until I heard a buzz or seen another one floating around the house for him to remove.lol) I showed him how to use the epipen in case I can't. With no sight of a wasp, the problem went out of our minds...more out of his than mine maybe. I still remain a bit too vigalent for my liking.
I realize that I can not stay here. I have to leave until the problem is fixed. I do not want to harm these wasps but I cannot risk my life either. I have to leave the problem with him...he is not allergic and it is his house...I strongly encouraged a professional assessment and a gentle approach ...but it is his to handle in any way he chooses. I...in this human body...need to step out of the way. These guys may never sting me (though D. got stung at least once) but I decided I value my life enough not to take that chance. I don't hate the wasps or even resent them. Let's just say I respect them lol. And I would like to respect them from a distance while D. takes care of the problem. That's all. So after my yoga class tomorrow, I will move in with my daughter until the problem is taken care of. The wasps and I cannot be roommates. This is how Life was telling me to ripple. They showed up in my life for a reason. I just need to go with it.
The danger is real but the fear is a choice. I cannot live in a place where I am constantly 'reasonably' afraid of a very real danger that will get larger and larger as time passes. This is, afterall, only spring and if we are seeing numbers this large now...imagine what it will be like in late summer.
All is well.