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I do not care what entomologists say, that thing is not a wasp. That is a monster.
I like English wasps. On my trip out last week (from which my feet have only just recovered) I even fed the little wasps on Jam (okay, that was to keep them away from my scone.) I've been stung by them, and the stings, while not a barrel of laughs, do not justify the running and squealing and panic that people react with when a single stripy creature buzzes your face.
That would. That would have me reaching for my G-D passport.
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