Enter The Wasp Nest (One Of, If Not The Worst Idea Yet)

While it might not be the brightest decision, you want to find the source of this honey. The nest looks abandoned anyways, so there shouldn't be any wasps inside... Right? Either way, you are just willing enough to head inside to find more honey. Anything this sweet and delicious must be worth the risk you are taking.

You carefully push your legs in first and shimmy yourself down, your hands behind you, holding you up by the palms and scooting you forward as you head into the dark wasp paper covered tunnel at an angle, your movement causing flakes to wrip and slide all the way down, into the dark bottom. You continue to slide yourself forward, exacerbating your claustrophobia as you go, your pants getting wet and soggy from moving the seat over the spoonfuls of honey leading ever downwards. After a minute or two of sliding down the hole, the honey trail slowly begins to get smaller as you go, becoming thinner and less frequent to see until you eventually reach its end. The trail stops in the center of the tunnel, or what you believe is the center, you can't really tell, only that you still can't see the bottom and now you can't see the top.

With the only motivating **** left now gone, your claustrophobia worsens making you think continuing is pointless, if there's no honey than you might as well go back up. You try to turn your body around in the acquired space, taking great care not to lose your footing and slide all the way down. The tunnel has been this deep, who knows how much deeper it is. As you gingerly flip yourself to face the inclined plain of the tunnel, you hear something. Not a buzzing or anything of that nature, but more of a tarring, the sound of paper wripping into two.

Just as you are about to begin climbing back up, the solid ground under you simply gives and tares away like tissue, sending tiny flakes of wasp paper into the air and letting you fall down a new hole that was concealed under a layer. You fall face first down into the trap hole as it curves left and right, moving you side to side in the dark as you are rushing down without even enough light to see where you are going. You continue to slide down the tunnel, fearful of how your trip might end until you are finally dropped from it into a large chamber.

You feel as if you have almost broken your neck as you get up to absurve your new surroundings. Just enough light shines through a small hole in the ceiling to show you where you are, but at the sight of what you see, you wish you couldn't.