Yes, apparently they eat midges. (No, not Migs.) I learned this from a man I found myself sharing a table with at a very long, very hot but very enjoyable garden party yesterday, over paella and fizzy liquid. John was, he told us, a wasp expert in one of his several previous lives (you have to believe that, don’t you?), and explained at some length how they’ve had a bad press, because, well, because they eat midges. Without wasps, we’d be midged to death.
Someone suggested that there are few wasps in the Western Isles, whereas there’s no shortage of them midges. So what we need to do, I proposed, is reintroduce wasps to north-west Scotland, a bit like they did with red kites down here. (Or nothing like they did with red kites down here, actually.) Then they wouldn’t have to keep trying to eat us. (The wasps, that is, not the red kites. ‘They’ being the wasps, not the reintroducers. Or the midges.)
John had, understandably, no answer to that. It was that kind of party.
Tomorrow, Dorset seagulls, I promise.