The kitchen door has a window in it and I was watching one of the wasps crawl around drunk through my binoculars for a while.
He kept lifting his arse into the air, and then falling over comically. Presumably trying to fly but unable to coordinate to lift his arse and flap at the same time.
Kept wondering close to the edge of the counter-top, then nearly falling off it to the floor, then just about managing to recover some composure and crawl back up over the edge.
If they're on the floor the robot hoover will pick 'em up at some point I guess.
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