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I found this beautiful wasp today- it was Red-and-Black Mason wasp. It was walking on the ground, minding its own business. I don't know why it was walking, but that's not the point.
The point of this is, my brother stepped on it. Sorry, did I say stepped? I meant stomped on. Repeatedly.
That could have been someone's best friend. Someone's lover. The queen wasp's greatest hunter. But now it's squished.
I will never* forgive you, Stanley.
*I will most likely be over this in about two hours.