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Last year I was standing around in the garden of our rented Peckham palais and decided to investigate the compost heap. I heard a crunch. Then some buzzing. I thought it might have been coming from the scafolding company next door. It wasn't. So I started running, all the while screaming like a twat. A manly twat. Once in the kitchen I slammed the garden door behind me, but it was to no avail, some of the wasps had made it in - others were breaking inthrough the window. I then had to barricade myself in the living room. This too failed. So I ran from the house to the nearest 'safe place' (Pub) where I recovered my dignity.
The moral of the story is that wasps are basically Zombies.
Oh, and I got stung by a stealth wasp yesterday. But on the good side the knots in my hamstring are now gone. I refuse to acredit this to wasps. I hate them too much.