The King of Pointland

Irony

If I were an insect who wandered into my office, I'd prefer not to be equipped with a stinger.

Let me explain.

When a fly, or a moth, or one of those random tiny bugs one sees from time to time flies near my desk, I say, "What have we here? Why, hello, little friend! Would you like to tell me about yourself? No? OK, carry on then. And be nice to the other insects, you rascal!"

But if it's a wasp, or a bee, I immediately go berserk, enter smash mode, and run around with a magazine hitting things, until the threat is gooey.

Unless I'm feeling beneficent. If so, I may trap the wasp in a mug, slide a magazine under it, and take it outside, before I smash it.