Chapter Twenty-Eight
From Zenandra’s point of view, the attack on Lena and the baby had been a terrific success. The nest always buzzed with pride when they repelled intruders, though in truth the colony rarely felt threatened. Few dared to challenge them, and those like Lena who unwittingly ventured too close would never repeat their folly. Zenandra and her kin reigned over the garden as apex predators. Even snakes and dingoes acknowledged the wasps’ supremacy, affording them a wide berth and meekly relinquishing their prey to the hungry hordes if required to do so.
The pair of wedge-tailed eagles that nested annually in the valley beyond Beth’s garden feared the wasps from bitter personal experience. Earlier that season they’d watched helplessly as a swarm of wasps descended on their f
