Caught a wasp in a jar. Added a large chunk of bread dough and sealed it. Watched the wasp dig its way into the pale mass of dough, scrabbling frantically with it’s pincers and front legs.
Remembered the wasp would need to breathe, poked some holes in the lid. Waited for it to come out. Got worried, pulled apart the dough – saw the wasp and it’s new larva. Awww.
Wasp turned an angry laquer red and flew out – larva metamorphosing before my eyes into more red wasps.
I knew I had to find a way to stop them before they killed my Dad.
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