Your breakfast becomes a fight.
You just want to sit outside and eat in peace. Instead, wasps fly around your bread, the children get nervous, you are constantly warding off. No trace of relaxation.
Your guests don't stay.
The table is nicely covered, the weather plays along - but the guests flee. As soon as the food comes, the wasps come. And with them the unrest.
Your barbecue evening becomes a defense campaign.
The grill is running, the food is ready - but you can hardly enjoy it. Surring wasps, you stay on alert. Everything feels hectic.
Your counter becomes a entry lane.
You open the door, fresh air should be in - and with it the wasps. They buzz over cakes, sit on rolls, disturb the customers. Every moment counts - and suddenly seems unsanitary.