After we turned out the main light, I was reading in bed and heard this formidable whirrrrrrr. I felt a sizable thing clunk against my chest. Brushing it away hastily, I turned the light back on.
There was the largest wasp I had ever seen flying around. Michael courageously grabbed a broom to shoo it away while I cowered under the sheets any time it came near. This crazy beast had no desire to go outside. We (ha! Michael) tried easing it towards the window. Every time he got close, it decided it would much rather be somewhere else in our room.
Finally, it zipped outside. Despite the relative warmth, we slept with the windows closed and hoped it had a good night elsewhere.
In the morning, we were greeted by her highness on the terrace:
Turns out, it's a European wasp, one of the biggest in the world if I'm remembering correctly. I measured this one and it was nearly three centimeters long. It is crazy large. They're not hugely aggressive as wasps go, but will punch a really good sting on you if they get flustered.
By the evening, it had left us. I wasn't sorry.
Love,
Alexandra
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