Every so often though, someone, whether intentionally or not,
starts poking at the nest with a stick.At that point my seemingly chaotic flight begins to be focused on the person batting at me. My laser sharp compound eyes focus in on the intruder and I begin to buzz around their cranium. Now I am buzzing right in their ear and they begin to flail at me with an increasing sense of helplessness and building urgency. I won't give up until they either run away, I sting them, or I manage to make honey out of the situation.
So if you do not want to get stung do not poke at my nest with a stick.
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