If there was a wasp that I could get along with, it would be this wasp. It does not take offense if I come too close, rooting in the fig tree. It does not get all cranky if I kneel practically on its head while it feeds on some fallen fig. It does not fly into the kitchen and then run repeatedly into the window, getting all huffy when I try to shoo it out. No. This wasp is a reliable fellow. A well-bred wasp. A wasp with cufflinks for all love. One knows where one is with such a wasp.
( I'll let you know when the inevitable sting happens.)