Whenever I get stung by a wasp, I usually annihilate them by flooding every nest on my property with Raid. I like to imagine the wasp that stung me has delusions of grandeur, believing he will return to his colony a hero for warding off the big scary human, but he returns to a terrible smell, it's unbearable, his comrades lie lifeless on the ground, he rushes into the colony in a panic only to find his friends, family, everyone he's even known and loved...dead. The stench of pesticide clouds his little wasp eyes, slowly blinding him. He crumples to the ground realizing that he was no hero, he did nothing worthy of praise. In his dying mind, just before the chemicals take him he realizes his brazen attack did nothing but brought about the apocalypse.
I am the Red Wasp Anti-Christ.