Wasp Lands On My Hand

I am sitting on my porch thinking about how everything feels muggy; I feel sticky. It is July sauna. Everything outside has stopped moving. Suddenly I jump almost out of my skin. A wasp has landed on my hand; the ball is in his court now. Whatever he has to tell me I will listen to as long as he spares my life. wasp lands on my hand my heartbeat stops in my throat good point i tell him