I hate wasps. They are one of the few actively malicious creatures in these placid British Isles; and one of few kinds of animal that I would like to see become extinct.
A wasp will seek-out and sting somebody for no discernible reason, out of sheer spite; I have, indeed, seen a wasp do this to three people, one after the other - who were simply standing in a row, in the open, doing nothing (waiting to be photographed) - and nowhere near any possible wasp's nest.
But hoverflies are a different story. I love this sweet little wasp-mimic.
Although they benefit from looking like the evil wasps, they are among the most harmless and beneficial of garden dwellers. They are great aerial acrobats; with their alternation between stationary hovering, instantaneous rotation, and invisible zooming.
They even seem to have a nice and friendly face - for an insect; and radiate a kind of benignity.
(Apparently, this beneficence is 'scientifically' true; and the hoverfly group is supposedly one of the most ecologically vital contributors to the English countryside.)