The mall's shops are unrecognizable, most of the smaller ones being emptied and used as housing for the desparate throngs.  The bazzare's are in the "Hub" stores, department stores that can't be compartmentalized but the food is, of course, still in the food court.  There, you can easily find barter and food, either the packaged MRE's that are airlifted to the beseiged humans, or the fresh meat.<br/><br/>Fresh spider meat is widely available, very cheap, cooked or raw.  The limbs taste kind of like crab, and the abdomen, though runny when raw and often used as egg substitute, has a slight "nutty" taste when cooked, like hard boiled eggs.  Fresh beef, goat, venison, dog, cat and poultry are also available, for a higher price.  All mammals in the farmland around the city ran into it to try and escape the spiders.  Some are still being caught.<br/><br/>When you barter your goods and are eating the meat of your choice, you look around the mall.  The wasp women are patrolling in packs, with at least 8 members.  Each pack acts in unison, a hive behavior that seems choreographed.  The women are constantly looking all around them, up and down, antennae waving as they test for scents, they're almost impossible to surprise.  Winged, wasp-waisted (of course) with large firm breasts, wide hips and bootys that make them the only GenSects coveted by humans and GenImals, they always appear to be wearing high heels.<br/><br/>But you've seen them in action.  Beneath those pouty lips are teeth strong enough to crunch through spider legs (with exoskeleton) as if they were gnawing celery.  Each of those stilletto heels is actually a stinger, firmly planted in the heel for strengh and bearing venom strong enough to drop a tank-sized tarantula, their feet are fixed in a "tiptoe" position to avoid wear on the stinger point.  Most frightening is that the choreography extends to combat.  They'll surround a spider, each grab a leg, and kick their stingers into the weak skin where the legs attach to the body, often ripping the legs off in the process.  You shudder, remembering the effects of the simultaneous crotch kick against the drunken fool that tried to rape one of them.