The Paper Wasp
Bestiary Entry
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ด๐ฐ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ฑ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ถ๐ด (๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ). ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ถ๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ถ๐ต๐ด.
๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ถ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ด, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด.
As I walk through the forest on a late summer day, I hear birds chirping and the crunching of leaves beneath my feet. I look up to the trees, searching for birds to draw in my sketchbook.
I notice a few birds that I begin sketching, and I manage to sketch 3 birds.
โI think this is enough birdwatching today, I should head home.โ I say as I begin to walk out of the forest to my cottage. While I am walking out of the forest I notice a particularly large wasp nest near my home. I run into the house to find a bat to hit it with. I donโt want the nest to sting one of my kids, who are very young and not that bright. I slowly step towards the wasp nest preparing to swing. I slowly contemplate what would happen if I hit the nest.
โMaybe I should call the exterminator instead?โ I think as I begin to walk toward my house.
I start to hear a buzzing sound and slowly turn around. I am frozen in fear. As if the wasps had saw me almost hit the nest with a bat, they have readied their army to sting me. I start running, but it is futile. The wasps are faster than me. They swarm me and prepare to sting.
I scream in pain as thousands of wasps begin to sting me over and over. They leave me on the ground dead, bleeding from papercut-like wounds and wasp stings.
The Paper Wasp
This took me a while to type, and I am not very good at writing but I decided to enter anyway. You donโt know until you try right?
