With a fly swatter, she smacks them out of the air, smashes them against her couch or coffee table. Four of them sting her during the killing spree, but she’s used to the pain. The venom feels pleasant in her bloodstream. Then she gathers them up in a cereal bowl and eats them with a spoon, gobbling them down ferociously, like it’s been days since she’s had anything. Their crispy exoskeletons taste a bit like popcorn. Their moist insides like savory lobster cream sauce.
chat, are wasps tasty?
