An encounter with a yellow Indian wasp inside my helmet while on drive therefore brought a strange fear of God into my views
Though I remain fairly experienced in encounters with fearsome insects because I have my share of insect stings, bites and sprays during my childhood to adulthood, but their experience was nothing compared to the one I now faced.
It just happened when I was pressing a solo ride on my bike towards Dehradun from Delhi.
I had just passed busy suburbs of Meerut and was already heading a snarled traffic thankfulness only to a bike ride in India, the sun was setting on a cold Feb day and people in four-wheelers were eager to head back home.
I had just joined the four-lane highways when I became conscious of a moving object inside my helmet visor nearby my left eye. At first, I assumed it must be some dust speck since I could not position my eye to focus so near. But it moved again and by this, I came to understand it is some insect for sure. A moment later it had come down from nowhere and positioned itself in the visor as if enjoying the scenery passing by.
Besides, I had just entered the highway my first reaction was not to slow down considering the traffic I was in and wait it out till I can do so. Within a few moments, I could manage to recognise that it was none other than a yellow Indian wasp.
It did not take me too long to apprehend the situation; I was nearing triple digits on the speedometer so jamming brakes in a panic on a busy highway were out of the question. Next, I thought to flip up the visor, but quickly decided against it as open the visor would let in a wind blast and with it, the wasp will be pushed directly over my eye.
An angry wasp just close to my eye a situation I wanted to avoid at all costs.
The wasp was at the moment comfortable peeking through the visor as if admiring the constantly changing scenery, her comfort was probably the warmth inside the helmet, or maybe he/she just did not understand or care for the ruckus it had created by appearing into a tight scene.
Gratefully my mind accessed all possible scenarios and decided to wait for all those moments that I needed to safely get away from the traffic and halt. In those crucial moments, I did not so much as blink my eyelid to avoid any unnecessary anger management by the wasp.
I opened the visor as smoothly as I could and waited for what it felt like an eternity for the wasp to eventually fly away which she did, that flight had probably more to do with discomfort from the cold and pretty likely not of that wasp’s intent to fly.
I sighed relief and shut the visor back immediately before the wasp could change his/her mind and chose to ride along.
As I shifted gears towards Dehradun my belly brimmed with tizzy warm feeling over the scene of that wasp’s presence inside a very snugly fit a helmet and what on earth motivated it to come out before my eyes just as I was speeding.
I laughed at my successful and lucky escape…