The Peril

It darts past then briefly hovers picking up the scent of rotted fruit following it to until it came to the source where it feasts until bloated. Back on the hunt it swoops and dives like a bomb, flashing its yellow and black body a warning to all to keep away. Uninvited it hones in and joins the bar-be-que, as people scatter from its path some flapping their hands at it. Buzzing angrily, it returns sourcing out the sweetness of ripened tomatoes and flavoursome BBQ sauce. It darts in and out grabbing a bite or two then to everyone's relief it leaves for pastures greener.