Due to the fabulous weather we enjoyed for a fair bit this summer, we in Somerset are now being visited by large numbers of wasps out looking for their end of season sugar fix. So today a gentleman entered the shop, not to buy books but in his capacity as wasp superhero.
Man: There is a wasp in the window.
Me: … *looks quizzically at him* (Not sure what I was expected to do in response to this dramatic turn of events).
Man: I am really concerned it can’t get out…
Man: How will it get out?
Me: Well I am not going in there to get it out because it will sting me. I suspect it will either find it’s way out on it’s own or it will die.
Man: *crestfallen* Oh 😦
Man proceeds to gaze into the window from the shop side under my watchful eye. He eventually leaves obviously oblivious to the fact that the window is fast becoming a veritable wasps graveyard.
Now I am all for saving creatures – I have happily climbed into the window to rescue butterflies, dragonflies and even spiders. But unless I get danger money I draw the line at wasps.