Wasps, Vancouver BC

Taking photos on the D-Day anniversary, in a completely unsustainable crouch, I got distant shots of skittish wasps: tiny images even at max zoom.

Not all photos are great art.  And that’s OK.

Wasp flattened against leaf.
Belly flop!


Wasp tangled up with stalk of lupin
Who put this lupin in my flight path?


Wasp landing head first on leaf
Face plant!



  1. Ian Hepher

    I don’t care for them either. Even birds don’t eat them. The word itself has a nasty, sandpapery sound to it. But…they do serve to keep other pests away, so I am told. There’s your positive…you don’t want to be stingy with positives, even concerning wasps.

    1. Isabel Gibson

      Tom – Yes, with about as much effect as many other petitions. Every time I fly across this great land, I’m tempted to launch a petition to scrunch it.

  2. Anne Miller

    I’m no fan of the wasp either so I have to admit that the photos and accompanying comments gave me a guilty twinge of pleasure. Does that count as a positive?

    1. Isabel Gibson

      Anne – That’s a conundrum, as is the problem of how to count anyone who reads your admission and feels good about themselves because they didn’t have that thought, while discounting any guilt they feel for feeling superior on that account if indeed, they did so feel. This is getting pretty complicated, which is another negative to ascribe to the wasp, I feel.

    1. Isabel Gibson

      Marilyn – That’s sort of endearing. He tries to carry on as if nothing had happened, and then gives in to the moment and laughs. Thanks!

  3. Laurna Tallman

    I used to think of wasps as an unpleasantness smart people simply avoided. Dad pointed out their flight paths at the cottage so we could avoid them. He dealt with the wasps’ nests at night by flashlight, stunning them with smoke before carefully crushing the nest and its inhabitants. Those were the days before Raid made the job easier, if more toxic. Years later, while looking into a shed window I was stung on the lip repeatedly and was so shocked — not to mention pained — that I burst into tears. I am not one to cry easily. It seems I had blocked a wasp highway through that window. My tolerance for wasps slipped a few notches. Then, last year, one of our grandchildren went into moderately dangerous anaphylactic shock following a wasp sting. Those little varmints can kill. If I encounter them now I am ruthless. Yet, I do admire your photos!

    1. Isabel Gibson

      Laurna – As a child I had a big reaction to a wasp sting – not anaphylactic but a painful, huge lump. We just put some mud on it and moved on. Now I’d dose it with antihistamine or something similar. I wonder how many people died of similar stings without anyone ever knowing what the heck it was? I’m glad your grandchild wasn’t one of those.

  4. Jim Taylor

    I’m late coming into this discussion, but it seems to me that the thing about wasps is the guilt-by-association complex. Wasps sting, and I have no hesitation in zapping them with pesticides. But I see people who carry that fear (and loathing) over to honeybees and bumblebees. Bumblebees are amazingly tolerant creatures; they rarely sting. Honeybees clustered on our lavender blossoms will leave me alone as long as I leave them alone; they’re utterly devoted to their work.
    Jim T

    1. Isabel Gibson

      Jim T – I wonder if the fear of honeybees is fed by the cartoon image of them swarming out to defend their hive. But I have no clear categories of bees in my head (although I have some fabulous photos to be shared at a later date).

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