“Luis, dear,” Luise says. “We are going to have a baby.”
“I couldn’t be happier, darling,” Luis says and they share a toast with buttercups.
Luis flies through the garden collecting nectar and fallen fruit juice for his growing family as Luise searches for a larger home.
She lands in a mud nest. “It is big enough,” she says as her slender legs slowly…sink. “But it’s just too—
—soft.” Luise flies away searching for a larger home. She lands in an empty tortoise shell. “It is big enough,” she says as she rests her wings. “But, it’s just too—
—hard. Luise searches still for a larger home. She spots a spacious house and peaks in through the opened door. And it’s just—
—perfect. Luise follows a small boy stepping into the house when suddenly…
SLAM! The front door closes. Luise quickly turns but…
BAM! The screen door closes. She flies up, then down, then side to side but cannot find her way out. Luise…and the baby…are…trapped. “HELP,” she screams. “LUIS, HELP!”
Deep in the garden, Luise’s cries reach Luis. “I’m coming, Love,” he says. As he flies closer to the house he picks up speed, charging toward the screen door, until…
SMACK! He bounces off and hits the ground.
“Luis, my dear. Are you all right?”
“Have no fear, Luise. I will have you and the baby out in a jiffy.” But try after try, (and try he does), Luis cannot find his way inside the screen.
“It’s no use,” Luise says.
“I won’t leave you,” Luis cries. And just when all hope seems lost…
…the front door rattles.
“It’s an earthquake,” Luise screams.
The frame shakes.
“Adieu, my Love,” Luis stammers.
And with eyes closed, waiting for the world to end, Luis and Luise feel—
—the front door open, and then the screen door, as the boy goes back outside.
“I thought I’d lost you for good,” Luis says.
Luis builds a spacious nest beneath the bird bath in the garden while Luise collects more than enough nectar and fallen fruit juice for her growing family.
As the spring comes to an end, a pair of wasps—and their beautiful baby girl—nestle beneath the shade of a sunflower…
And they live ‘waspily’… ever…. after.