A Bad Dude in the Back Yard

I walked out to check on the bees.  There is lots and lots of activity.  In fact, I need to open the boxes to see if I need to add more honey supers on top.  I don't want them to run out of room and swarm on me.  Honey Extraction time is about a month and a half away.  As I looked at the bees, there must have been a sizable hatch from the two hives that we split.  Initially, the population in both the split hives was a little low, but now many bees fly in and out, bringing in nectar and pollen.

It was hot and humid so I sat on the swing by the BBQ pit.  The shade of the live oak tree makes it a nice place to sit on hot days.  While sitting, I heard a loud buzzing noise.  It was too loud to be a honeybee, but I couldn't locate the direction it was coming from or what was causing the vibrating noise.  Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement.  A huge hornet-looking creature had a cicada in its clutches and was dragging it along the ground.

This operation was no small feat as I'm positive the cicada was bigger in size and weight than that of the wasp.  I looked it up and this thing is called the eastern cicada killer wasp.  It gets its name honestly, because that's exactly what he's doing.

The cicada killer's fancy name is Sphecius speciosis.  They use their stinger to paralyze the cicada and then they grasp it in it's arms and legs and begins climbing a tree (or a pole, in this instance).  Since the cicada is heavy, the use gravity to assist them.  They climb high and then jump off and fly to their underground nest carrying their prey with them.

Something like Uber-eats or Door Dash, I suppose.  The wasp drags the cicada in her hole in the ground and lays eggs on top of the cicada and then covers her burrow up with dirt.  When the eggs hatch, the larvae eat the cicada.  Thanks for the food, mom!  It grows, digs out of the burrow and continues the cycle.

I watched in amazement as the cicada killer was focused on it's task.  As it buzzed by my ear, I ducked.  I read that the males don't have stingers.  It's only the females that sting.  There's a parable in that sentence, I'm sure, but I'll leave that alone.  I wasn't about to try to determine if that big wasp was a male or female, so I just got out of it's way.