its body wriggling and its sting stabbing out and back in its last
agony. He emptied both barrels into it again before he ventured to go
near.

When he came to measure the thing, he found it was twenty-seven and a
half inches across its open wings, and its sting was three inches long.
The abdomen was blown clean off from its body, but he estimated the
length of the creature from head to sting as eighteen inches--which is
very nearly correct. Its compound eyes were the size of penny pieces.

That is the first authenticated appearance of these giant wasps. The day
after, a cyclist riding, feet up, down the hill between Sevenoaks and
Tonbridge, very narrowly missed running over a second of these giants
that was crawling across the roadway. His passage seemed to alarm it,
and it rose with a noise like a sawmill. His bicycle jumped the footpath
in the emotion of the moment, and when he could look back, the wasp was
soaring away above the woods towards Westerham.

After riding unsteadily for a little time, he put on his brake,
dismounted--he was trembling so violently that he fell over his machine
in doing so--and sat down by the roadside to recover. He had intended to
ride to Ashford, but he did not get beyond Tonbridge that day....

After that, curiously enough, there is no record of any big wasps being
seen for three days. I find on consulting the meteorological record of
those days that they were overcast and chilly with local showers, which
may perhaps account for this intermission. Then on the fourth day came
blue sky and brilliant sunshine and such an outburst of wasps as the
world had surely never seen before.