I have mint oil searing a hole into my right hand. Maybe. Okay, that's a slight exageration. It's just a little warm. And tingly.
We have some wasp nests. Just a couple. It's best to spray them in the evening, right? Right. So, I grab my trusty spray. It's the organic stuff because that's how I roll. It works. I've used it for years.
I march myself outside. I start the search for the nests. Zap! First nest hit. Good. Zap! Second nest hit. Awesome. I come around to the back of the house to the highest peak of the house where I spot the largest nest I've ever had to spray. I climb up onto a chair, I aim, I spray, the mint oil rains down upon me, the wasps come pouring out of the nest, and I haul ass into our bedroom through the sliding screen door to my left.
Meanwhile, my boyfriend is inside the house restarting the whole-house fan timer to cool off the house. I find him to warn him to stay inside until the wasps keel over. He reaches to hug me and asks why I smell like toothpaste. I explain the mint oil.
A few minutes later, I pass by the girls' bedroom and walk in to find him talking to one of the girls. I ask if everything is okay. "Yes, we were just talking about the smell of mint."
"Daddy thought it smelled like toothpaste, which I thought was pretty funny. Can you imagine if I had been out there squirting toothpaste at the wasps? Like wasps need to brush their teeth!"
"Do wasps have lips?"
"You know what, I don't know. We'll have to look that up."
And thus began the quest into finding out whether or not wasps have lips, finding out how they eat, and talking about how they pollinate our fig trees.
Learning happens even when you're trying to burn your skin off with organic bug spray.