If I be waspish, best beware my sting
CREEPING through the undergrowth, she spies her victim and pounces; one quick punch to the chest disables him enough so that she can insert her prize dagger into the precise location in his brain for the neurotoxin she’s prepared. Zombified, her victim can just about walk, but he cannot resist his assassin as she leads him gently to his underground tomb. She nestles her own baby in his arms and bids farewell, safe in the knowledge that her offspring will grow to be as beautiful and deadly as she by supping on her slave.
This is no work of fiction: it is the work of a jewel wasp paralysing a cockroach to feed her offspring. Welcome to the world of wasps, where evolution has had an awful lot of fun—sometimes gruesome, sometimes grand, but always awesome.
You, too, live in that world. In fact, if we were to label our world according to
