Fucking wasps!

Nothing can ever seem to go my way, I swear. In an attempt to clean up my front room, I was going to hang up the photos I took and framed at like 11pm tonight. So, I didn't have the right nails, so had to use big screws instead. I make a hole and try the frame. Then notice a bee on my drape. So, I grab a newspaper and swat it. The little bastard goes nuts (damn yellow jackets) and sting me on my back in that space between my t shirt and jeans. So, I'm like great. I grab my spatula and find it and kill it before my cats eat it. Then go back to the hole I made. Now yellow jackets are pouring out of the hole. My brain totally melts and I go into frantic mode. Running around trying to find some masking tape (god, why don't I have any duct tape) to cover the hole. I found something sticky and slapped it over the hole. I throw open the front door to my place, which opens to the main hallway and grab the cats who are thoroughly enjoying chasing the wasps around. All the while, trying to remain calm so the little bastards don't attack me. Like 20 angry wasps are flying around. I manage to open the window and close the door to the living room, containing the mess. Still, panic mode, sweat dripping off me. I close all the doors inside to the other rooms and seal the living room door. Naturally, there is one flying around the kitchen and while I was trying to kill it, it managed to go under the door back to the living room. So, now my brain calms down a bit and I come up with a plan. I put on a sweatshirt and calmly enter the living room, the wasps seemed to be calming down too. I take my spatula and whack a couple. This only makes the others angrier. So, I go for plan B - I close the front door to the hallway and turn off the light and return to the kitchen, sealing the door behind me. Hopefully, when I wake up in a few hours, all the bees will have left the living room and no other bugs came in the open window. I have to call the landlady in the AM. She is going to be pissed about the holes in the wall. I wonder if she will call an exterminator. There must be a huge hive in the wall. I need to find a place for my kitties. I wish Nancy still lived here. This is about all the excitement I can take for one night, week even. I don't want to go back in the living room. I'm going to have nightmares about being attacked by a swarm of wasps, I can tell. Good thing I'm not allergic. Above my butt hurts. Fucking wasps. I was only stung once and the cats didn't get stung at all, so could have been worse. I wish I just left the hanging of the frames until I got nails... Oh well. Now I have open house at school all day and won't be around to deal with the wasp removal. It will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon. :( Bring me a little luck, please.