In the garden, while eating my sandwich, I am accompanied by four wasps. I manage to stay calm, even if one sits on my hand. Thanks to Discovery Channel I know what wasps need at the end of summer: sugar. A dish of lemonade for them seems reasonable, if I can eat my sandwich myself. From a distance I watch what is happening. They leave. Like a bunch of offended teenagers who no longer want to sit at the ‘children’s table’.
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A version of this article also appeared in the September 4, 2023 issue.