I think I became slightly affectionate toward wasps after, at a barbecue, I and a friend watched in fascination after a wasp landed on their plate, cut off a perfect, disc of fish - bigger than it's own head - flew a couple of feet to a wall and proceeded to have a massive feast, then flew away.
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Captain Hurley 🇺🇦
Such is my feeling for all living things (they contain life! Therefore they are all precious), I have just gone out to the garden to leave a tiny snip of ham, and then some jam for an exhausted wasp, who was in Nora's room last night & she managed to catch. It was too tired to fly off, apparently.
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