Angry

Not an angry bird but an angry wasp.
I was busy to remove plants from our totally overgrown hill (remains of the creating our terrace long ago) before all the seeds will spread in our garden. 
And I wanted to make there something very different this spring, this summer, this autumn, so time to start. I was astonished that the wasps like the withered thistle. And no, it didn't sting me or chase me off the hill