“I don’t like wasps; they are mean.”
“You don’t like them because you don’t know their story.”
“What’s there to know ?”
“At the end of the summer season, wasps return to the nest and die. Only the queen survives, but she never returns to the old nest, probably because of all the dead bodies. It must weigh heavily on her conscience.”
“They just die?”
“Yes, the worker wasps, the ones that build the nest, they come back and die after their work is done, they know they are not longer needed.”
“Oh, the poor wasps, they deserve so much better.”
(Word Count: 100)
This is my entry to this week’s 100-word Friday Fictioneers. I hope my friends in Great Britain will forgive me the title; I just couldn’t resist.
The Friday Fictioneers are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Click >>>here<<< and you will be transported to her blog. Why don’t you participate (yes, you) it’s fun.
Wow, I didn’t know that. Good story – and now I’ll think more kindly about wasps. Poor things.
Yes, kill the queen and not the workers lol
I learned something new….
Randy
I like that. 🙂
I like that, I like that a lot. Thank you for letting me know.
Dear Bridget,
Wonderful story and dialogue. However, I’m not swayed and find comfort in knowing they all die at the end of the season. Now if I could find that queen and do her in as well. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
lol
LOL!
I’ve often wondered why we don’t see more colleges use pesky insects for their school’s mascot. How about the Chattanooga Chiggers or the Tulsa Ticks? Although I have sports teams named after Yellow Jackets, Hornets, and Boll Weevils.
Hey, my HS team was the Center Yellow Jackets. Just sayin’. 😉
Maybe it would cause too much buzz. 🙂
That’s a wasp soldier’s life, everything for the hive. 😀 Great story.
Thank you.
We have wasps. Love their nests!
I do to, they are great architects.
We need to form a wasp appreciaton society, you and I
Oh Gosh I needed that laugh. Go wasps!
I didn’t know that! I don’t mind wasps. For a whole summer, they lived in the walls of my writing room. The place actually hummed. They’d fly around over my head and never bothered me. Then the next year they were all gone. Now I know why!
Actually, I reckon they’re worn out after a season and are quite glad to turn in their wings.
Sounds like hard workers 🙂
Everyone – and everything – has a story 🙂
Only you could make me feel sorry for a wasp.
LOL