I've figured out what it is about the wasps. In the past dead and dying animals have always been a psychopomp for something bad coming. Loss of a job, moving house... even my beloved dog died not long before my husband. Death in the house is a bad sign. And wasps are a bad sign, they're a symbol of the people I'm living among. Wasps, don't take this wrong any white anglo saxons out there, and these days I'm a protestant myself, but I mean the kind of person who's world view is confined by their standing with the neighbours, their car, the boundary of their perfectly cut lawn, their normality. And I'm living in a little English village full of such Wasps, I've always felt them buzzing about me, and I come home to a letter citing that they've really been talking about me, and find that they've invaded my porch and are seething all over it. I don't like any creature to die, even wasps, and I'm still hoovering them up. But that's what wasps mean to me, and that's what dying animals mean to me, and I wonder if it's telling me to move house. Which I don't want to do, but if people can just walk into my house, what can I do?