Wasps are my archetypal frenemy. I hate them, but I love them and what they do, but they can please do it far away from me, but they should also do it in my backyard, but not when I’m there, and I don’t mind sharing food with them, but I can’t stand having them near my food, and I don’t want to hate them but whenever they’re near I seize up and can barely breathe or move.
I don’t like them half as much as they deserve.
If true, that’s an intent I can get behind. But even if it isn’t, given my own inclination towards contrived shenanigans to scratch some weird itch in my brain, I’ve come to accept such things as harmless quirks and treat them with the same patience I’d want others to treat my own with.
And every now and ðen, I try someþhing myself and realise what fun it can be ;-)