They were some form of bee. Probably a kind of wasp. Their bodies were longer and leaner than I was used to seeing. Their wings not as spread out. And they were walking on the window, that was closed.
I then looked up to check on the small object I had noticed last year when I first arrived. About the size of a softball. I always thought it was a beehive of some kind. But it was small, and it looked hard and old. I figured it was from several years ago and the people here never cleared it out. This not being abnormal since the students and teachers are responsible for the care-taking of the school. The people here also just don't seem to be as anal about cleaning here.
There were several half inch holes in the softball-sized-now-confirmed-nest. And there wasn't just one. There were three. I wanted to die. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. The last of the three won out. Unfortunately, at the time I was stuck. It took my tired brain a few minutes to realize what was happening.
So I had to wait. And watch the newly born wasps crawl all over the window looking for an exit. And of course, this window was in the stall with me, less than a foot away.
I just about had a fit, being trapped like that. They were almost two inches long. I busted out of that stall hoping they wouldn't figure out how to fly before I did. I washed my hands and ran into the teachers office. I was speaking pretty loudly. Mostly in English. Luckily one of the English teachers was there.
They killed the bees. And when they tried to take the nest down they had to get a hammer because it was so hard.
Even though I was scared, do you think it's strange that I feel good that the nest wasn't a dead thing? I still didn't like it, but it was kind of cool to see something break out and try to live. It was fulfilling it's intended purpose.
Of course, any bug that's inside has to die.
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