[It's a crispy, cold morning breeze as you, a long awaiting queen wasp emerges from a log storage, your wings buzz and crisp among the still air, you survived the winter hibernation, unlike your counterparts, the male naturally died after mating, and the other females got: eaten by spiders, swarmed by conehead termites, got squished, killed by humans, pesticides or they stayed up and didn't have food. either way you survived the hibernation.]
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