I suppose it was inevitable. Sooner or later the situation was bound to arise in my classroom, especially as the weather is starting to get warmer the further we head into summer term.

And on Thursday it finally happened:

'Arrrrghhh!! Sir there's a wasp!! Don't let it sting me! Dont let it sting me!!!'

Much commotion followed in my normally relaxed 7 set 1 lesson with pupils leaping out of their seats and hiding under desks. Anyone would think we were under siege from militant year 11s, or seeing as this is a Cathlic school perhaps the four horsemen of the apocolypse had just galloped past.

I eventually diffused the situation by suggesting that the wasp wouldn't sting anyone who was working hard. And you know what - because they're only 11 or 12 years old and incredibly niave they actually believed me. Easy.