From

Miss Merrill Longhorn

Sitting in her study

No. 12, Olive St.

2nd Avenue

1st February '51

To

The Wasp

Residing in my bathroom

No. 12, Olive St.

2nd Avenue

Subject of Grievance: Mutual Disagreement on the Case of the Bathroom

Dear Sir/Madam (whichever you prefer),

This letter is to bring to your kind attention that my bathroom is not for your prolific use. By making a hive on my ceiling, you have brought upon yourself the stinging wrath (no pun intended) of my mop... which has seen the murder of many of your kin. But just this once, I decided to use non-violent methods to make you understand and to make you leave on your own accord... yes, I am trying to turn a new leaf in my book. All thanks to you.

I would like to point out to you how difficult you have made life for me. Previously, when you had not made your existence so prominent, I used to enjoy an hour of well-deserved soft, sponge bath. But ever since your arrival, dear Mr. Wasp, I am forced to reduce my bath time to ten minutes since I fear that you might sting me if I stay even a minute longer.

So, please pack up your things and leave with members of your kin to a much safer and higher ground (for example: a tree?) or to the kind of place where you'll be of least bother to people like me. I hope you receive this letter in due time and I hope our differences do get sorted out. But as much as I hate to admit, I do not place much faith in the post offices of today.

Cheers to our new found trust and companionship. And please don't sting me.

Thanking you,

Yours graciously,

Merrill Longhorn

(Not bathed for two days)