There is a pterodactyl-size wasp staring at me through my living room window screen. Intermittently it rams his head, then his body, with brut force in an attempt to get inside the house. Heâs freaky. Simultaneously the worldâs biggest bumblebee just flew into the Siberian pea bush, waiting to ambush me when I least expect it. The insect world is making me tense. I have been sitting upright in a comfortable position focusing on my present state of existence, which frankly isnât good, trying to relax. In an attempt to calm down, I take slow, deep breaths through my nostrils then exhale through my mouth, praying one of the stealthy houseflies currently buzzing around my head doesnât zoom up my nose or down my throat.