But it gets better. I had the president of our building's student government standing on my bed trying to get the thing out of my light fixture.
He eventually took down the fixture itself and got the wasp out into the hall, where he knocked it out of the air and another guy squashed it with his sneaker. (And then the president came back in to put the fixture back together, even though I said I could handle it, which was kind of sweet.)
I was hiding in the closet from the damned wasp (no jokes on that one, please). And this was all done with the door open and people in the hall, so now everyone probably thinks I'm a spaz as well as a whore, but that's fine.
At least I didn't give the girly shriek when it flew out of the fixture.
Mr. President did. :D