Back in April, I stated that I had written something about each Marvel movie that had been released since I started this blog, and that I would try to continue doing so.
But while I enjoyed their most recent film ‘Ant-Man and The Wasp’, I could not find much to say about it.
While the film had a lot of very fun action-sequences that utilizes the heroes size-changing abilities in incredibly creative ways, I liked the heist-movie parts of the first Ant-Man film much more than the story of the second film.
And since that is pretty much all I can think of to say about the movie, I figured I would write a bit about ants and wasps.
When I was (let’s say) six years old, I was out playing with some friends.
It was me, a neighbor-girl the same age as me, her older brother and one of his friends.
The older boys had found an upturned log and a large rock With a huge anthill in-between them, and they were jumping between the log and the rock.
Possibly in an attempt to impress the girl, or maybe just the older boys, I decided to join in.
One, or maybe more, tried to tell me that it was too far for me to jump, but I proudly insisted.
A second later I was up to my neck in biting ants.
I don’t remember entirely how I got home, but I imagine that the others just pushed me along.
One of my parents threw me in the shower to get rid of all the insects, who had gotten everywhere.
I never developed any strong phobia to bugs, but I do have a fear of heights.
Not sure if this is one of the causes.
Wasps are my least favorite pollinators, with bumblebees being my favorites.
Wasps are often incredibly aggressive, and easily drawn in by sweets.
I have been chased inside by wasps multiple times this summer, simply for daring to bring soda or berries with me out to the veranda.
And the glass-recycling outside my local store is teaming with wasps, as a result of people not washing their jars before throwing them in there.
But I do not have as much of an issue with wasps as my mother does, as she had a similar type of experience with wasps as I had with ants.
When she was six she stepped into a ground wasp nest.
Similarly to me, she got them everywhere, but when she got home a shower was not enough to take care of the problem.
A doctor had to make a home-visit, and pull out each of the stingers, one by one.
She understandably does not care much for the creatures.