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Input: Text: so today i really fucked up. or more tonight. it is currently 3:30 am. in the last half hour i have set off a fire alarm, met my new housemates by doing so, and killed my phobia in a 1 hour battle. let me explain.

i have a phobia of wasps. i don't know why, i just do, i've always been terrified of them since i was a child, and as a 21 year old man i still am. now i've always known i'm scared of them, but i kind of ignore it and if i see one outside i just avoid it.

but this wasp. it crossed the line. it flew into my room at 2am. whilst in the middle of a skype call i froze. i could hear this buzzing and i hoped it was a fly, but of course, it was a wasp. and so, at exactly 2 minutes past 2 the battle commences. the wasp has flown into my lampshade, which looks like this: http://www.luxurylighting.co.uk/ekmps/shops/luxurylighting/images/globe-paper-pendant-lamp-shade-350-oaks-lighting-26901-p.jpg

this made it a hard target. my first attempt to kill the wasp was to spray it with deodorant. but i was too far away and failed, pissing it off causing it to fly faster and faster inside my lampshade bouncing off the edges sounding pretty pissed.

so then i up the game. i pick up a shirt and some antiperspirant deodorant, which i thought would be more potent and thus a better wasp killer. a repeat of the first event occurred, apart from it flew out of the lampshade into the top corner of a wall. the corner, right where a shoe couldn't smash it's evil little body into nothing.

so the wasp knew how to play. so i start weighing up my choices, looking for corner wasp in a corner murder weapons, until it flies right at me. so i scram backwards into my bathroom (i have an ensuite room) and lose the fucker. whilst i'm in my bathroom, it was as if the gods themselves had sent me my own weapon to defeat this evil. hairspray (it's not masculine, i know) was in there. 

so out i come feeling braver with a can of wasp death to go back into battle. of course, i can't find it. after throwing pens from a distance at the wasp it finally emerges from my lampshade and flies straight onto my fire alarm. right into a gap in it where i can't easily get it.

so i bring up the hairspray again. this is my moment. the killing chemical blow. and i unleash all kinds of sticky hair hell at the wasp. it doesn't die, it instead flies straight back to the lampshade (much slower this time). at this point i was considering lining up another attack. but then it happened.

the fire alarm went off. the brand new, incredibly loud complex wide fire alarm. went off. in every. single. room. at 3am. this insane racket even pissed off the wasp which started buzzing around again. but with the fire alarm obliterating my eardrums i'm forced to make a tactical retreat outside to follow everyone else.

which is another point. i've just moved into this place (shared student accomodation). i haven't met anyone yet, and there we are, all outside, with everyone tired pissed off and confused. i consider saying sorry guys it's my bad but then i realise how stupid i'd sound. so i say nothing. and then i realise the hard way how accurate this system is. "oh wait the screen by the front door will tell us where the fire alarm was set off" says one of the mystery flatmates.

and of course, it's my room. everyone else confirms they don't live there, and suddenly all eyes are at me. "oh shit that's my room i think". so now all my flatmates think i've been smoking in my room or something and as such i'm the reason they're all now out of bed on the street outside their rooms.

after a 30 minute wait the warden arrives, deactivates the alarm, asks me if i've been doing anything i shouldn't to which i give a firm no and then she goes back to bed giving me a suspicious look. boy have i fucked up.

TIFU by having a phobia