The Wasp and the Wimp

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This is a true story that's kinda funny, kinda scary, kinda gross--and just to clarify, I am the titular wimp. So I'm just chilling in my office like usual when I spot a big, brown wasp in the window. I start inwardly panicking, but I quickly steel my nerves and figure out what to do. I go into the bathroom and open the window, and after what seems like an eternity, manage to coax the wasp into the bathroom, closing the door immediately. A few hours later I check the bathroom to see if the wasp is gone, and praise the lord, she is. I go about my day as normal, but notice later that she's started building a nest behind my mirror out of what appears to be mud. Curious, I look up her species online. Turns out she's called a "mud dauber" and they're relatively harmless to humans, but they have a habit of killing spiders with their stinger and stuffing them into their nests to eat later. I'm thinking "To heck with that, I like spiders! I'd rather have a spider in my house than a freaking winged demon spawn." Realizing the wasp might come back if her nest is still there, I decide to get rid of it. Since the mirror opens right above the sink, I'm able to scrape the nest off with a spatula, let it fall in, and wash it down the drain--not realizing at first that dried mud tends to explode on contact with a hard surface. So that's how I ended up with a bathroom sink full of dead spiders.