Wasp invasion

We’ve had a lot of visitors recently. They were not invited. They either flew in from abroad or came from Selby. It was a plague of wasps. There were only a few to begin with. They set up home under the tiles by Em’s window. That was fine but word got around. More wasps kept coming. Their brothers and sisters arrived and their cousins and their cousins’s cousins.

Soon there were thousands of wasps all living by Em’s window. They were not good neighbours. They flew round all day and night. They never went to bed. There was not enough room for them behind the tiles. They buzzed around outside.

M called the wasp man. He arrived in riot gear wearing a hat and mask. He knew about wasps. He said he had to kill the Queen. M didn't seem to mind. He injected some white stuff into the hole behind the tiles. The wasps were not pleased. They buzzed around big time but then packed up and left.

I don’t know if the Queen died. I hope she didn’t. I wanted to meet her next time we went to London.