Wasps As A Message Delivery System

I was having a hoot while painting my step mom’s trailer and saw wasps going in a certain area where I would be painting.

They were around for other eaves trough work I was performing on the trailer but now I would be invading their entrance.

I made several silent pleas, kind of like praying, and asked them to grant me access as I was actually improving their home, not threatening it.

All the while I worked slowly and confidently and eventually the odd wasp even landed on me, challenging my courage and belief.

It worked and I worked and we worked. Collaboration.

And before I got back the wasps in my area were aware of my actions. Scary, fucking scary.

I told my crazy neighbor about my liaison with wasps and she doubted my story.

Today she stopped for a wine on the way home from work and while we were talking a wasp landed on my hand and wandered around in between my fingers. Pally commented as it was happening that getting stung there would be painful.

I watched the wasp with interest and heard no message. Soon, the little terror flew away.

Yep. They like me, I can tell.