When I was about 7, I got stung inside my ear by a wasp. I've hated the little stripey b*starts ever since.... even though I know, really, that it wasn't the wasp's fault - or mine, just one of those things.
In general, I live & let live, but I won't abide a nest of them, it's just too damn dangerous around autumn, when they eat the rotten fruit, get drunk, and wobble off looking for a fight...