Does anyone else have a tendency to look for problems where there are none? This morning I found myself chasing a wasp out of my kitchen and was pretty sure I saw it buzz out of the window. Phew. Five minutes later and there was another one (though it could have been the same one). Then I remembered that I had also chased one out of the bathroom yesterday. Aha! We must have a nest. We did, after all, have a hornet’s nest in the garden a couple of years ago. Proof if it were needed that hornets, and therefore surely wasps too, were attracted to our house and must have set up home in the cavities. I wandered the boundary looking for signs of trouble, a hole that the nasty little buggers must be crawling in and out of. I will find it, exterminate it, and all will be safe and well once more.
The thing is, I didn’t find any signs of trouble, there doesn’t seem to be a nest. Odds are it was just the fact that a couple of windows were open, it’s summer and the kids have left plenty of sticky bits of fruit and cereal around to attract wasps. So why did I assume the worst even when reassuring signs of normality were everywhere? I consider myself to be positive and optimistic on the whole but honestly, it’s a strange little habit that extends as much to my health, wealth and general stability as it does to my concerns about nature’s predators. For example, I have been convinced on at least two occasions in the last few years that I have a life threatening illness, the symptoms of which tend to become more prevalent after I have read a news article telling me that statistically I am more likely to have it. Whilst I am on the subject of statistics…
In the UK it is estimated that between 1.5 per cent and 3.6 per cent of the UK population – between 1 million and 2.2 million people – suffer with an anxiety disorder. In the US, anxiety disorders affect 18% of the population – that’s 40 million adults aged 18 and over.
At least I am not alone then (see how I did that? I just diagnosed myself with an anxiety disorder). I manage to keep my anxiety in check most of the time, but every now and then it pops up and stings me just like a damn wasp. Anyone else?