She knows the rules. Rules are safe. Rules mean you don't get hurt.
But in her world, rules are there to be broken.
She tried. Really, she did. She could hear it, echoing around her head, as she started to run away.
But as she took her first step, she felt it.
Looking down, she saw it. Small. Nothing. Not big enough to cause any damage.
But she knew she was wrong.
As she felt the pain, she remembered the words... "there's always a sting in the tail".
With wasps, the first rule is to always stand still.