These aren't our beetles, our beetles have been nothing but well behaved. These are some that escaped our first containment. 

I won't chance our beetles catching the strange notion that we've perpatrated some kind of indefensible injustice on their forefathers. These beetles want to be gone? Fine, hurry them along. If possible I'd sweep them all the way to that desert  the bees said was so deadly. Once they're gone we're free to write whatever kind of history we want.

Do the berry plan anyway. If these bastards have been in contact with our boys I want to know, and it never hurts to show a bit of good spirit. But once we confirm that I want our army rallied and those things driven into the wastes. 

Of course, none of our beetles are going to be involved in that operation. Ideally, they wouldn't even be made aware it's happening.

The good news is that our enemy is neither unknown nor clever. With no more beetles we can have our scouts safely keep an eye out for more wasps, but I think the bees may have nipped that problem in the bud.