Venom

Simon has been getting cross with me for being so wussy with the wasps that have been plaguing us during our al fresco meals over here. I just do a sort of gentle ineffectual wave, while saying “ooh” “ah” “golly” and other feeble expostulations. Today he decided to be all strong and manly, and actually squashed one under the remains of the crust of his pork pie. I was horrified. “But what about the pheromones!” I cried weakly. Nothing happened but they will follow us and attack us in the night, I’m certain. We are doomed.