I trust you, Wasp. I know what you are capable of. I have felt the angry wrath of your kind in the past. I have seen people I care about cry out in pain at being stung.
You seem to have chosen my office as a place to explore. My window, my computer screen, my desk. My coffee cup.
Believe me, I could dispense with you quickly and mercilessly.
Yes, I know. You could say the same about me.
You carry about your business, I will carry about mine.