Wasps in the sand

Bembix redux. Remembering those Covid encounters.

The sand digger is still there. Sand wasps in plenty in my mother’s garden.

A continuity, I draw comfort from. When everything else has changed, the wasp has gone unnoticed and thrives.

I used to watch her in Covid - the green and black digger I called her. Those powerful front legs going at top speed across the sands, as she makes a nest, will lay her eggs and bring flies for the grubs.

While the males make a nuisance of themselves - mobbing her and looking for some copulation pleasures.

I journaled in 2021 about them here.