I Love Living Near Nature, But I'd Rather My Neighbours Not Have Six Legs

I love my home: it's the first house I've fully furnished with my wife (in the last one I was the one who moved in later), it's in a nice quiet area in town, a bit on the upper side, and there's a splendid view of the mountains in the distance. There are a lot of trees and greenery around, and birds chirp happily in front of my studio window. This season we got giant wasps too. Yeah. Let's focus on that for a bit. I'm deeply afraid of bugs, and have been ever since I remember. It's one of those fears I didn't exactly try to seriously overcome, unlike heights1, and you need to understand that where I come from bugs are much smaller than where I moved afterwards. All of a sudden I was living in Jumanji. I've never seen a stinkbug in my life before turning 19. What the fuck are these things. Stinkbugs, probably the bug I despise the most2, are fortunately a lot less common here than where I lived before. What's a lot more common are wasps as big as my thumb, or are they hornets? I got no…