I killed a wasp today and I still feel nauseous with guilt about it. When I was a kid I accidentally peed on a wasp nest (how I got there is a-whole-nother story) and now when I see one it’s like my body responds before my brain can. Stinging insects in general haven’t liked my existence and I might be a horrible legend to wasps.

My cat popped it once, so it seemed injured, but I feel I could’ve scooped it outside instead of losing dignity points and attacking it like a banshee…