Hmm. I remember a couple of naughty incidents involving wasps and their like.
We have all heard the phrase about 'not stirring up the hornets' nest, but some friends and I found one high up in a tree during the school summer holidays, and we regularly used to poke it with a very long stick and then run away.
It became a bit of a dare to see how long we could do this for before a swarm of angry hornets came after us, until one afternoon we took it a bit too far. We all jumped on our bikes and peddled like fury to get out of the woods and away to safety. I doubt that even Bradley Wiggins or Victoria Pendleton would have got close we were peddling so fast!
The second story involves a pub on the North East coast in a tiny fishing village. We sat outside in the beer garden enjoying a drink with crab and fresh salmon sandwiches, and it soon became apparent that there was a wasp problem.
Anyhow, a bunch of yuppies decided to join the table, bringing their Bacardi and Cokes with them. After a few minutes, a mobile phone rang, and one of the yuppies answered in a very loud voice; "OK yah, OK yah, are you outside? OK yah; have you brought the new Beemer, OK yah, we'll be right there". (
(Why do yuppies phones always have network coverage, even through railway tunnels and in places where nobody else's phone will work?)
With that the Yuppies all left, seemingly never to return, leaving their [I thought] empty Coke cans on the table. Within a few minutes, a wasp was showing interest in one of the empty Coke cans, so I helped it in through the opening in the top. Other members of my family followed suit. Wasps, it seems, are stupid things, so once one wasp had committed Hare Kari in an empty Coke can, others quickly followed, and within five minutes or so a couple of dozen or more wasps had disappeared.
To our horror, the yuppies repapered about twenty minutes later, sat down at the table with their friends, and poured the remainder of the Coke into their glasses - complete with wasps. One of them muttered something about ghastly northerners, and with that they all got up and left.
I really think that perhaps I should make my confession to Fr. Simon Mayo on Radio 2.
SB