I swear, our family is just a magnet for weird stuff. Most of you probably remember the cat in our engine block incident.

Because it no longer runs, the time has come for us to dispose of the old car. We just bought a new-to-us Mitsubishi Montero Sport (woo-hoo!) and the dead car has become, pardon the pun, a third wheel. Because it doesn’t run we have opted to donate it to a place that sells junked cars for parts and helps children with facial deformities get surgeries that they need. Very nice of us, eh? It also involves a tax deduction and a two night, three day hotel stay certificate.

Chris just ran out to the car to get the registration out of the glove box. He opened the passenger side door only to hear a sickening crunch and to be swarmed by extremely angry wasps.

If you are wondering what our plan is to get rid of the wasps- I don’t have one. I think I’m going with the, ” Hey, if they want our car for free, they get the bugs with it” plan. Because my husband is nicer than I am, he is probably off buying gallon jugs of Raid while I’m typing this imagining some burly, tattooed mechanic disassembling the car and screaming profanities while being chased down by a swarm of angry insects. (Yeah. I’m not a nice person. This train of thought is proof of that. I also laugh at people with wedgies. )

So. After the cat and now the wasps I can’t help but wonder what we’ll find in the Mitsubishi someday. I’m hoping for a llama!