The lithe little wasp scurries along the busy city street, her pair of huge, compound eyes glued to the tiny screen of her mobile phone, desperately searching for the name of the bar she found. She tries to ignore the pitter patter of rain against her sensitive little antennae the best she can, but as her coat gets all wet, the teen bug starts shivering. The wasp lets out a small squeak as she looks up, spotting a sign and begins rushing towards it, until she comes across the front of the bar, pulling open the huge, heavy doors into the nightclub, decisively entering with an exhausted coo