Ambushing The Wasps!

In a dense forest, where the bushes grew thick and wild, a skinned rabbit carcass lay draped across a conspicuous shrub. Its raw flesh glistened, fresh blood dripping steadily onto the leaves below.

The scent of meat and blood filled the air, attracting swarms of mosquitoes. They buzzed and hovered, some settling on the rabbit to feast on its flesh.

Overhead, the low hum of wings broke through the stillness. A poisonous sting wasp appeared, its massive black-and-yellow body glinting faintly as it hovered above the scene.

The wasp lingered in the air, its compound eyes scanning the area. It hesitated, cautious, as if to ensure no predators were nearby. Traps were beyond its understanding, such a concept didn't exist in its simple, instinct-driven world. To the wasp, this rabbit was likely a discarded kill, left behind by a predator that had moved on.