What would be in your room 101?

The more paranoid would think that someone is out to get me. Every summer there is a night on which I will be sitting in my study writing and suddenly hear something large and heavy wallop the lampshade behind me. This year when it happened I immediately knew what it was - a hornet, about four centimetres in length, eight (or thereabouts) if you count the sting. Ever since I was a little kid I was... let’s say ‘very uneasy’ about large flying things with stings in the same small room as me. Kind of reminds me of the special torture room in 1984 – my room would have hornets in it. Well, thanks to Mr. Mortein, we have the means to deal with the flying horror.