Trust

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.

I trust that if I do not bother you, you will not bother me.

You carry about your business, I will carry about mine.

Deal?