I’m no entomologist, but I have an opinion about this particular wasp union

The pretext is that it doesn’t, as some might claim, mean Cut Mother Fuckin’ Entomologists Up

They’re not quite that brutal, just strategic and territorial - though they can be a bit of the pain in the arse at times

It’s actually Cunningly Making Food Enjoyment Untenable

Temporarily, at least -

You see, it’s all just posturing and strategy to ensure they get a slice; the buzzing around in their black and orange hi-vis, and the yellow-jackets, to enforce a stop work at the BBQ once you’ve already committed to the evening, co-ordinated the meat and the salads, and uncovered sweets…

…that’s when you find out that they’ve set up camp.

…and I think, if the worker insects wanted something to eat, that in an ideal world a small peaceful demonstration from a simple March fly would do…

…but then it would be squashed indiscriminately by a rolled up copy of The Courier Mail wielded in an angry fist held high in the air, screaming “YOU COMMIES WILL GET NOTHING” and I realise that perhaps there’s a reason they evolved the ability to bite and sting.

To, in theory, leave a little behind and a red mark on yours to ensure they don’t get squashed so readily and all of the other insects get a slightly better access to buttered bread, and that the gas regulator is checked properly.

I’m no etymologist, but I have an opinion about this particular wasp union

The pretext is that it doesn’t, as some might claim, mean Cut Mother Fuckin’ Etymologists Up

They’re not quite that brutal, just strategic and territorial - though they can be a bit of the pain in the arse at times

It’s actually Cunningly Making Food Enjoyment Untenable

Temporarily, at least -

You see, it’s all just posturing and strategy to ensure they get a slice; the buzzing around in their black and orange hi-vis, and the yellow-jackets, to enforce a stop work at the BBQ once you’ve already committed to the evening, co-ordinated the meat and the salads, and uncovered sweets…

…that’s when you find out that they’ve set up camp.

…and I think, if the worker insects wanted something to eat, that in an ideal world a small peaceful demonstration from a simple March fly would do…

…but then it would be squashed indiscriminately by a rolled up copy of The Courier Mail wielded in an angry fist held high in the air, screaming “YOU COMMIES WILL GET NOTHING” and I realise that perhaps there’s a reason they evolved the ability to bite and sting.

To, in theory, not just leave a little behind and a red mark on yours to ensure they don’t get squashed so readily and all of the other insects get a slightly better access to buttered bread…

…but also check that the gas regulator is checked thoroughly before proceeding.

I’m no etymologist, but I have an opinion about this particular wasp union

The pretext is that it doesn’t, as some might claim, mean Cut Mother Fuckin’ Etymologists Up

They’re not quite that brutal, just strategic and territorial - though they can be a bit of the pain in the arse at times

It’s actually Cunningly Making Food Enjoyment Untenable

Temporarily, at least -

You see, it’s all just posturing and strategy to ensure they get a slice; the buzzing around in their black and orange hi-vis, and the yellow-jackets, to enforce a stop work at the BBQ once you’ve already committed to the evening, co-ordinated the meat and the salads, and uncovered sweets…

…that’s when you find out that they’ve set up camp.

…and I think, if the worker insects wanted something to eat, that in an ideal world a small peaceful demonstration from a simple March fly would do…

…but then it would be squashed indiscriminately by a rolled up copy of The Courier Mail wielded in an angry fist held high in the air, screaming “YOU COMMIES WILL GET NOTHING” and I realise that perhaps there’s a reason they evolved the ability to bite and sting.

To, in theory, leave a little behind and a red mark on yours to ensure they don’t get squashed so readily and all of the other insects get a slightly better access to buttered bread.