So wasps do some brutal shit. On a sweaty August day they began to invade my room from outside. To be specific, they were the bluish-blackish variety, the jittery ones, and I shit you not these were like an inch and a half long, primordial ones. In one episode of trauma transference, my mother told me that her child self had once breached the surface of a swimming pool, where one of these same wasps was foundering, and it in its panic has stung her on her eyelid and her face. When they began to enter my room, I killed one and then another, and then four more. I looked them up to try to understand why they were coming in.
Turns out they do some brutal shit. These particular ones are mud daubers. They daub full-time, just daubin’ the days away. They find the little mud tubes another dauber species builds and empty them of spiders and wasp larva. Yeah, that’s right: these guys aren’t gonna sting a human, typically, but show ‘em a spider and they punch above weight. These other daubers will make a mud tube, go stun a bunch of spiders, and then pop an egg into the tube. The larva when it hatches will eat its way through the still-living spiders until its wings are well developed. All that happens unless these blue bois show up.
If the blue bois show up, they empty out the tubes and then refill them with black widows. That’s right: they hunt a myth-heavy local spider, not settling for any half-measure nobody crab spider or whatever: it’s gotta be storied or they don’t care. Once the tube is refilled with dangerous arachnids, they poop out their own egg, from which a blue boi larva will spawn with a hunger for red hourglass.
Now, when I see the blue bois coming in, I try to shepherd them out a window or door. I don’t need no wasps but I sure as shit don’t need black widows up in here.