Update
Make that six pet wasps. I looked them up (at first I thought they were yellowjackets), and it turns out they are little paper wasp queens who have each started a tragic little nest. I wish them no harm, but do hope that I don't wake up one morning to find swarms of hatched larvae taking wing on all sides of me, rough-housing and hooligan-ing and zapping me with their little baby paper ray-gun butts.
I say "tragic" because all of these wasps will die in the first exhale of cold, except the knocked-up princess wasps, who will crawl gasping, abandonded, and laden with child into empty mouse-holes to hibernate until spring. Then they will emerge, full-fledged evil jaded queens, to lay eggs in their own tragic little paper upside-down castles and give birth to daughters of the same fate. The tragic circle of life, and of the men who leave and never come back.
I am not really sure how genetic recombination occurs in the paper wasp life cycle.
In the meantime, my six little queens swoop in and out of the bus windows, knowing exactly where they're going, never buzzing unless they get hurt, and cocking their tiny becrowned heads at me curiously if they take any interest in me at all. They are the best and most beautiful pets ever, assuming they never succeed in raising an army of progeny to swarm at me. My plan is that if they do, the progeny will all love me and make me their leader. Then I will use their weapons to my advantage while caring for them all like a mother goddess.
I say "tragic" because all of these wasps will die in the first exhale of cold, except the knocked-up princess wasps, who will crawl gasping, abandonded, and laden with child into empty mouse-holes to hibernate until spring. Then they will emerge, full-fledged evil jaded queens, to lay eggs in their own tragic little paper upside-down castles and give birth to daughters of the same fate. The tragic circle of life, and of the men who leave and never come back.
I am not really sure how genetic recombination occurs in the paper wasp life cycle.
In the meantime, my six little queens swoop in and out of the bus windows, knowing exactly where they're going, never buzzing unless they get hurt, and cocking their tiny becrowned heads at me curiously if they take any interest in me at all. They are the best and most beautiful pets ever, assuming they never succeed in raising an army of progeny to swarm at me. My plan is that if they do, the progeny will all love me and make me their leader. Then I will use their weapons to my advantage while caring for them all like a mother goddess.