||Wasp life.||

[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, as you descend from the air and onto a beehive for honey that humans eat, the bees are in a frozen state from the crisp, it's near a grape crop, the grapes team with life, you lick the dew of grass, leafs and even the paralyzed or temporarily frozen worker bees, a morning snack, then you bite a grape, suck the juice and hunt some catipillars and small spiders. you see a conehead termite, watch out for them as they can raid your nest, you must make a colony and continue the yellow jacket wasp line!]