One day, months after your hatching, you're buzzing sadly around your cave when you hear voices. Since it's dark, you plaster yourself to the ceiling of your cave, right by the entrance and wait.
"What's in here?" one voice says. "I dunno. Let's look." The other says. In the dim light of the cave, you see two figures standing at the mouth. "You go first." The first one says. "No, you go." The next one says. "Fine." You hear footsteps clack on the stone of the floor before they reach your wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling honeycomb. "What the hell?" you hear a voice say. Shifting on the ceiling, you look down and see that someone is standing directly below you. "It smells like honey in here!" he yells to his partner. He goes to lift his foot but finds it suck in the sticky honey. He grunts and lifts his foot harder, but it remains stuck. "Hey..." the man says. Now is your time of action.
You quickly snatch a large glob of comb from the wall next to you and hold it in your legs. You wait until the man stops moving and drop the huge, sticky ball on his head. Before he can even scream, the huge glob engulfs his entire head. You climb down the wall and onto the floor, facing the man. His eyes widen in shock. He tries to scream, but just produces muffled cries as the honey rolls down his throat. You spy a deep recess of honey in the wall next to you and get an idea.
You hover in the air, trying to silence your buzzing as much as possible. You fly towards the man leap onto his chest, your legs stabbing at his legs. Your incredible bulk causes him to fall backwards into the honey hole. His neck and shoulders are completely engulfed and he stops moving. Getting on the floor again, you hoist the man's feet onto your back and shove him in until he's completely in the hole of honey.
"John?" the voice at the mouth of the cave calls. "Are you all right?" Your human brain in your giant yellowjacket body tells you it's time to make a decision.