One thing about wasps, bees, and other flying stinging insects that I have realized while out with my camera is that, in general, they aren’t really interested in harming you. Mostly they just want to go about their business and let you do the same, and it’s only if they feel imminently threatened that they will take more serious action…such as fly away. If push comes to shove they will sting you, but it’s generally as a last resort. So when we took our kids to a local marsh-slash-wetlands area recently, we saw this little fella walking around some grassy tufts and generally keeping a bit of a distance from us while we moseyed on past. I wanted to get a closer look though, and carefully poked my 50mm lens a bit closer than what I thought was advisable, and it was then that I realized he was carrying something in his formidable mandibles. He turned and gave me an imposing glare, as if to say “This is mine, and don’t think about coming an inch closer.” I snapped a few shots, backed up a bit, and parted the grass a bit so my son could see the wasp as well. We watched him as he stared back us, each party giving the other a healthy dose of respect and a wide berth. Soon we went on our way, he went his, and though I might never know what this wasp had in his mouth or where he was going, I’m glad that we got to catch a little glimpse into his afternoon.