We have always considered the local wildlife in our area when planning our garden. We have a small open lawn area, surrounded by trees and shrubs, so creatures who prefer an open area together with those who prefer the security of shrubbery, could find some pleasure there. In one area, we have an old outdoor patio table on which are three plant pot dishes. Our local birds have a choice of three “bird baths”!
Today (Thursday), I was in the garden and saw a wasp floating in one of the “bird baths”. It looked pretty dead, and my immediate reaction was to get it out before a bird or other creature found it. I watched it for a moment, and felt a little sad that it had drowned. Its legs were motionless as it just drifted around.
For some reason that I cannot explain, I put my index finger in the water very close to the wasp… and I saw a leg twitch. It was alive! I moved my finger right up alongside the wasp, and it dragged itself up and onto my finger. Once it was clear of the water, I moved over to a nearby shrub and shook it off and onto a leaf where it started to move around until it disappeared into the foliage. I am fairly certain that it would have been flying again before too long!
It brought back memories of being around 9-10 years old and during “playtime” at Junior School (U.K.). I had no close friends there and was sitting on my own on the asphalt of the playground when a large bumblebee landed on my right knee (I wore short trousers then). I can remember having no fear of the bee, but was just fascinated by having this “close up and personal” encounter. I just watched it. After a few moments, it flew off… and left some pollen on my knee. Given that the bee visit happened around 60 years ago, it clearly made a huge impact! I wonder how long I will remember today’s wasp interaction?