Funny skit about dying fall waspsfrom @dangerbean_55

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Oh, There's a wasp in here. Don't worse. I'll get it. Wait. Wait. Why are you just moseying around and being so chill? I'm rested. You're usually, like, really aggressive and trying to kill me. That's the old name. It means it's over. The war. The me flying around your food at the barbecue, flocking your face in the patio. You're wondering if swatting me away is gonna make me go away or just make me angrier angrier. But that's what you do. You sting. You hurt me. I only better stung to protect things I love. Why aren't you trying to sting me now? Do you know? All wasps die every fall. Either from starvation or from the cold. I just thought it was the same wasp sputtering me every year. How would it be human? To see one season fade into the next? Tell me how you use all your years. Tell me you fight better day for things you love. I don't know if I do. Silly me. Here I was thinking we were equal adversaries, fighting every day for what matters. Or maybe it was just me. I've just always been scared of you. And I'm more afraid of you than you'll ever know. To me, you're a monster. But I wake up every day and I make a choice. I put everything I have into it. What do you do? No I move on to the great hive in the sky. Let me hold your little waspam. Don't get too close. Oh. What the what the fuck? Yes stung me. We still sting when we're dead. That that's like being a kid one zero one. Damn it. It hurts, but it does never really hurts as bad as, like, the fear of it's worse than it had when it actually happened.