A Wasp’s Revenge

One day, I saw a couple of wasps hovering near the window of my room. Not that I have some sort of enmity towards wasps, I always think that wasps are closely related to bees. So I went to check what was going on. I saw that they were flying toward the top right corner of the windowpane. I slightly moved my curtain, only to discover a wasp’s nest with a few more wasps hanging around. I was utterly shocked. I called my dad, who came with a stick and knocked out the nest. I was relieved, but the relief lasted only for a short time.

When I went to check after many days, I saw that they were attempting to make a nest all over again. I got very annoyed at the tiny creatures. I shouted for my dad. Instead of using the stick he had used before, he used one of my rulers this time.

That night, as I was trying to get some shut-eye, I felt a small, fuzzy thing near my left arm. I thought it was the bed sheet and I tried to move it away. When I tried to clasp it in my hand with my fingers, I realized it was a wasp because, a second later, I felt a sharp sting in my right hand. I kind of screamed and got up. It felt as if the deadly poison was injected into my arm and my whole right hand was swelling up. It burned and then it went numb. Getting alarmed, I went to the bathroom and quickly washed it. I was happy to note that blood was not oozing out. My whole hand was intact. But it did take some time for my hand to stop paining. After splashing some water, I massaged it again and again. Not knowing what else to do, I went to sleep.

The next day when I woke up, I was happy to note that my hand was back to normal. But my delight was short-lived because when I moved my curtain that day, I saw wasps building their nest in the same place yet again!