At first I was naturally terrified when I was stung on the end of my nose by a radioactive bee which had escaped from the local research laboratory; though in time I found it did have its benefits. I used to tire of queing for hours at a bar – never to be served – and now everyone is so polite. They leap to their feet and leave me their food and drink instantly. The only danger comes in the form of a irate bar man with a silly fly swatter and I find a couple of quick jabs in the rear seems to cease his outbursts. I must admit I was a little worried by the prospect of being smothered in fly spray but being still part human it does little damage apart from causing mild discomfort and an itchy bum.
I have been warmly welcomed by my fellow wasps who see me as their champion, well lets face it we have a sort of tarnished past. I just consider it ignorance and a lack of understanding. My local hive have made me Captain – Captain Stinger.
So for all of those out there who are still considering wether to purchase one of my highly collectable prints. Think about it quick lest you recieve a visit from my friends this Summer!