“Don’t move,” I whispered. There was no one else in the room so I guess I was talking to myself. “Don’t move even a little bit.” I hate wasps. I’m not allergic or anything but I just hate them. It’s not like they make honey or anything else that I would find useful. They just fly around freaking the hell out of me. “Stop crawling towards me.” The wasp doesn’t seem to understand whispering. “Please just fly away.” The wasp jumps and lands on my leg. “Don’t move,” I whispered again to myself. “I don’t have anything you want. Just leave me alone I want to be on my way.