2:09 PM:
For weeks now, the nest on the eave of our front porch has been growing, waxing ever more pendulous and sinister beneath the weight of their numbers and the gravity of their machinations. A growing army of wasps has taken up occupancy there, menacing the comings and goings of this house’s residents and visitors. As their numbers have increased so too has their boldness, until they now conduct themselves as though they were the owners of this home and we the parasitical hangers-on. So confident they are in the impunity granted them by their vaunted stingers that they show not the slightest wariness of any human presence, and in fact they respond with no small bit of alarm and territoriality to the slightest hint of provocation. One need merely slam the front door a touch too forcefully to bring down their wrath, as masses of these insectoid thugs deploy to investigate the disturbance and report back the intelligence they gather to the shadowy wasp overlords that reside within the recesses of their dark paper fortress.
How long shall good people stand by and do nothing while this peril to our persons and to our very way of life is allowed to continue unchecked?