When I was a little kid, one of those flying cunts stung my brother. So I declared war on them.

Over the years of my childhood, I caught dozens with my net. I held the landing net in front of a cross spider’s web, so that the wasps, triumphantly but mistakenly believing they had gained their freedom, had to fly straight into the web.

And then I watched those little assholes get destroyed. I’m pretty sure that to this day, I’m worshipped as a god by the local cross spider population.