Yellowjackets - Season 1- Episode 9 Apr 2026

The forest had other plans. That afternoon, Lottie knelt in the mushroom patch behind the cabin, her fingers brushing the red-capped Amanita muscaria . “The wilderness wants to feed us,” she murmured. Misty, ever the pragmatist, nodded and began gathering. She knew these weren’t food—they were poison, hallucinogens. But she brewed them into a tea anyway, serving it to the girls as a “special punch” for the party.

“Who?” Van asked, her scarred face half-lit, grinning. Yellowjackets - Season 1- Episode 9

But before the knife could descend, Jackie stumbled into the clearing. The forest had other plans

The group walked back to the cabin in silence. No one would meet Jackie’s eyes. Inside, they huddled together, passing a blanket, a silent vote cast against her. Jackie stood alone by the door, waiting for someone—Shauna—to say stay . Misty, ever the pragmatist, nodded and began gathering

In the morning, they would find Jackie on the frozen ground, her eyes open, her lips blue. The first sacrifice the wilderness accepted. Not a stag, not a stranger—but the queen they had outgrown.

The forest had other plans. That afternoon, Lottie knelt in the mushroom patch behind the cabin, her fingers brushing the red-capped Amanita muscaria . “The wilderness wants to feed us,” she murmured. Misty, ever the pragmatist, nodded and began gathering. She knew these weren’t food—they were poison, hallucinogens. But she brewed them into a tea anyway, serving it to the girls as a “special punch” for the party.

“Who?” Van asked, her scarred face half-lit, grinning.

But before the knife could descend, Jackie stumbled into the clearing.

The group walked back to the cabin in silence. No one would meet Jackie’s eyes. Inside, they huddled together, passing a blanket, a silent vote cast against her. Jackie stood alone by the door, waiting for someone—Shauna—to say stay .

In the morning, they would find Jackie on the frozen ground, her eyes open, her lips blue. The first sacrifice the wilderness accepted. Not a stag, not a stranger—but the queen they had outgrown.