Sting, where is thy death?

For you, Mr Wasp, the war is over.

Can't have been much of a life for the wee feller; wandered off from his nest in the roof of our building, found his way through the light fitting and died on the window ledge of our office. Possibly of boredom.

Though he does appear to be clutching something - some unknowable insect secret, perhaps - to his waspish heart.