You are the rather busy-looking bug that has twice visited my front yard in the past few years. The first time my son spotted you frantically wandering around in the decomposed granite, he was excited because you were so big and so striking, with rust-colored wings and a dark-blue body. I took a photo of you and told my son to keep his distance. Sure enough, when I looked you up, you were nothing less than the dreaded tarantula hawk wasp, the insect with what some consider the world’s most painful sting. I guess we must have some tarantulas nearby somewhere because after a year’s hiatus, you returned the other day, still wandering in circles, looking for that unfortunate spider that will someday feed your babies.
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