I find Yellow Jackets, the wasps most common here, are fairly agreeable to get along with. I even shared breakfast with one once. He was determined to get a piece of my apple on a very hot summer day. He got right underneath my nose to try and suck on the apple while I was biting it. It felt like I had a furry moustache. Not realising he was there and wondering what the hey??? I looked at the apple, wasp still attached, told the wasp what I thought of it and said if it would let ME have the apple it could have it's own separate piece. Do wasps understand english? Apparently. It flew off the apple, lit on the table and waited. I put a small bite down for it and we finished the apple together. So yeah, one can co-exist with SOME wasps. And give up ever trying to swat one...I once hit one 22 times with a flyswatter and it could have cared less. (years before the more kindly sharing incident)
That being said, don't mess with the black and white wild wasps round here, they're extremely territorial. And NOTHING beats those huge fat bumblebees--I don't mean wild bees, I mean the chunky big bumbles. They are the only insect I've ever met with a permanent case of PMS. So friggin grouchy!
My friend who just moved here from B.C. (the west coast of Canada), was the one to alert the authorities there to the fact that Brown Recluses were now in Canada. A friend of his brought him this dead spider in a jar and asked what it was. Lovely....not.
My brother's roommate had a black tarantula named Elizabeth. She was strikingly marked with bright red and yellow bands on her legs. They would let her out to run round the apartment. She hated going back into her heated terrarium and would hang onto anything with the claws in her feet to avoid being picked up. You have to be delicate with tarantulas, dropping them kills them and you don't want to take a leg off, so unless my brother caught her skittering across the linoleum he'd patiently unhook all 4 legs on one side from the carpet then go after the other side, by which time the spider had rehooked the first 4 legs. He said trying to pull a determined tarantula off a rug it does not want to leave is rather like spider pushups...up down up down updown--you pull up the spider pulls down.
I did once get up the courage to stroke her. She was covered in huge black hairs on her body that I thought would be coarse and bristly. They sure looked it. They turned out to be exactly as soft as rabbit fur. Big surprise. And no I never did that again. Once was enough, just like riding an elephant...once was enough there too.
