The studio I work in is completely and utterly full of wasps. There are two nests in the roof and it seems the bastards love nothing better than squeezing into my work space and then banging their thick heads repeatedly and enthusiastically against the window until they die. I spend about 10% of my time drawing and 90% ushering deliriously concussed wasps out of the windows and doors. I used to fear wasps, now I just see them for what they are. MORONS. And so the legend was born – Clarice Holt, Wasp Wrangler.