See, the problem is that my definition of “don’t disturb” and their definition are very, very different. I don’t disturb them the same way I don’t disturb bees: oh, look, it’s a few feet away, I’ll just stay over here and mind my own business!
Their definition is: “stay several hundred feet away from me, don’t even look at me, if the air anywhere in my vicinity vibrates as an after effect of you breathing half a mile away I will hunt you the fuck down”
So, like, it’s a fundamental incompatibility. They can’t abide me existing, and I can’t abide them being horrifically aggressive because I dared to exist. Unfortunately for them, I have the advantage of size and tools.
Fair enough, I guess we must be used to different species. I’ve never had a problem with lone wasps, and as for the nest building ones, I once got swarmed by a paper wasp colony but only because one of them got accidentally caught and squashed in my clothing.
Patently untrue. Source: I always mind my business and wasps go out of their way to fuck with me. Also they murder bees, and I like bees. Fuck wasps, and fuck the world for making them an integral part of the ecosystem.
You disturbed them without knowing it. Your presence in the outdoors is annoying. Your thirst for adventure and outside time is unacceptable. Your very existence is what drives them mad.
Let’s just say I’ve lived in three of the four corners, and one of those was in the southern hemisphere 😊 I’m glad you haven’t had the same experience as me though, because my experience has involved getting stung a lot.
Beautiful insects with some fascinating behaviour. Just don’t disturb them and you are fine
See, the problem is that my definition of “don’t disturb” and their definition are very, very different. I don’t disturb them the same way I don’t disturb bees: oh, look, it’s a few feet away, I’ll just stay over here and mind my own business!
Their definition is: “stay several hundred feet away from me, don’t even look at me, if the air anywhere in my vicinity vibrates as an after effect of you breathing half a mile away I will hunt you the fuck down”
So, like, it’s a fundamental incompatibility. They can’t abide me existing, and I can’t abide them being horrifically aggressive because I dared to exist. Unfortunately for them, I have the advantage of size and tools.
And so we went to war.
Fair enough, I guess we must be used to different species. I’ve never had a problem with lone wasps, and as for the nest building ones, I once got swarmed by a paper wasp colony but only because one of them got accidentally caught and squashed in my clothing.
Patently untrue. Source: I always mind my business and wasps go out of their way to fuck with me. Also they murder bees, and I like bees. Fuck wasps, and fuck the world for making them an integral part of the ecosystem.
You disturbed them without knowing it. Your presence in the outdoors is annoying. Your thirst for adventure and outside time is unacceptable. Your very existence is what drives them mad.
Roughly whereabouts in the world do you live? This is nothing like my experiences in the southern hemisphere
Let’s just say I’ve lived in three of the four corners, and one of those was in the southern hemisphere 😊 I’m glad you haven’t had the same experience as me though, because my experience has involved getting stung a lot.