There was considerable excitement in our family when my father cautiously mentioned that there might be a wasp nest in the garden.
– I just said: in the garden.
– Any chance you could be a tiny bit more specific, father? my brother asked. The garden’s ninety feet long and thirty feet wide. There are twenty trees, several unidentifiable objet d’art, three buildings, two tall hedges and a partially cut down pear tree. It’s not going to be possible to pinpoint a carefully disguised wasp nest without a clue as to its location.
– I’m not telling you where it is, my father said. Wasp nests are dangerous.
– I thought wasp nests were just harmless wood pulp structures and that it was the wasps themselves that were dangerous, my brother said.
– There’s no need to try and be clever, my father said. Wasps will attack and sting humans, particularly if they or their nests are threatened, so care should be taken around wasps and their nests.
– I’ll take the risk, my brother said. I want to see what a wasp nest looks like at close quarters.
– Well, don’t come crying to me if you get stung, my father said, as my brother dashed out into the garden.
I followed my brother outside. He was dashing around the garden, peering in every corner, diligently searching for any sign of the new garden interlopers.
– Where do wasps like to nest? I asked. Read more…
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