“Quick to judge, quick to anger, slow to understand. Ignorance and prejudice and fear walk hand in hand” -Neil Peart, from the Rush song, ” Witch Hunt“
He went onto the back porch that was connected to his house and noticed a dragonfly caught between the sliding screen & glass door. It was still alive! As he enter the dragon fly made its escape. He was amazed by its size as he watched it dart toward the screens, bouncing back at each attempt to find where it came in or another possible exit.
He thought to himself, There are times when I feel like that dragonfly, caught, trapped, stuck in a screened in porch.
Determined to be free, the dragonfly continued to bang its poor fragile head against the walls of thinly woven pieces of metal. Just as determined, the man began to think of a plan in order to be its savior.
Perhaps if I open the door he’ll find his way out.
Even after the door was opened the dragonfly deliberately knocked at the four corners of the room that held it captive.
Maybe if I capture it in a cup and deliver it to the open door I’ll free it. I’ll be a hero, the thought occurred to the man.
Quickly going back inside he grabbed a cup. He stopped to consider the size of its opening and feared it would be too small to keep from breaking the creatures beautiful, thin, see through wings while trying to catch it. He found a pitcher, this will work, he thought.
He went back out to the screened in area. The dragonfly was gone. He found his own way out.
A rapid threads of thoughts fired through his mind, Was it the open door that helped? Was there a hole in the screen? It got into the porch on it’s own somehow so, it must have gotten out the same way. Did I help? Did I leave the door open in the first place, allowing it in? How can I prevent other creatures from entering in the first place?
While proceeding over to shut the door the man saw a wasp fly in. He practical bent himself back into a ninety degree angle to avoid it. This time internal thoughts turned verbal,
“AGH! NO! GET OUTTA HERE!!! YOU DON’T BELONG IN HERE. DIE YOU EVIL SPAWN OF SATAN!”
His words were accompanied by swings of the pitcher. He contined to shout, getting louder and casting insults to the creature who knew not the language he was speaking.
One mighty swing finally made contact and propelled the wasp to the ground. The man quickly put the opening of the pitcher over the wasp. He stopped to catch his breath from the battle he just endured.
Once again silent thoughts raced through his own mind while the threatening beast banged all around its newly found cell. The dragonfly is one thing but this predator is quiet another. How do I get it out now? How can I kill it? Should I just leave it in here to starve? We need this pitcher for our margaritas!
Stepping back the man considered some rational thoughts on this new found dilemma.
Mean while, he went back and closed the screened in porch. I like being out here. This is a nice place. I really find serenity here. His heart was still racing as he tried to calm his thoughts. This is his home. He lives out here full-time. He malled over how the wasp must feel. What purpose do bees, hornets, & wasps serve? What’s the difference between a hornet, wasp, and yellow jacket? Wait a yellow jacket is a type of bee right? He considered and continued to rapid fire thoughts and questions to thing he simply did not know. Wasp, hornet… There is another name for them right? What is that name? What are they called? Wasp, hornet…? Oh, I don’t know. I’ll probably recall around two in the morning, wake from a sound sleep, and the answer will be right there waiting for me. Mud dobbers! That’s it! Mud dobber? Is that it? Oh, I don’t know! But, I do know they sting and they don’t belong in here!!
Frustrated, the man went back inside. His thoughts stayed with him. Why was I okay with the dragonfly but not that vermin stinging pest? Hah! Cause he is a vermin stinging pest, that is why! He followed his train of thought.
I know I’m not terribly allergic to its venom, but still!
The man got himself a cup of coffee. The nice fresh brew brought along with it a calmness to his body, and yet his mind still couldn’t escape from the thoughts of that winged creature. I mean outside I expect and accept the fact that mosquitoes, bees, ants, and more are out there, but in my own backyard porch? His thoughts made their way out of his head, into his voice box, and out of his mouth with a boisterous,
” In my own backyard, screened in, porch!
I can’t accept that!
That’s just too close for comfort. That’s what that is! It just hits too close to home! What are they gonna take over the whole earth next?! Good luck with that we’ve already ruined this planet for you guys anyway!”
He realized he went from talking to himself to actually talking to bugs in general. He went back into his own mind after realizing how silly it was to be giving mother nature a piece of his mind. Oh boy, maybe I should just keep my mouth shut. Keep to myself my conspiracy theories and political correcting of this world and how it should be run. Just keep it together at least, man. It is just a bug. Surly I am not alone in thinking we should kill as many creatures, well at least bugs, kill as many as we can without off setting our ecological system. He stopped himself there. He knew he had no idea, and couldn’t even begin to figure out, how each little insect, that seemed insignificant to him, worked in nature. (Is. 55:8-11)
As he took a few sips of his brew he continued to brew in thought. This time his mind moved a little slower. Humph, yeah this is kind of like how I feel about people. The thought entered as if he was answering a question. I’ll accept dragonflies because those dragons don’t breathe fire or sting like a bee/wasp, but when it comes to even the slightest threat I get so defensive. I’m so ready to arm myself with cans of bug spray, one in each hand, to poison the li’l bastard! I know I don’t wanna be stung but why does that little, subtle, confrontation with a tiny insect lead me to such outrageous behavior? It’s kinda funny how, with the dragonfly, I just wanted it to be free and with the wasp my first thought is how to destroy it. Hah!
Another voice, somewhere deep inside, asked a question and the man answered with the same question,
Who do I think I am?
Just then the acronym hit him between the eyes, W.A.S.P.
He tried to recall what those initials stood for. White Anglo-Saxon Protestant? His prior education, mixed with some assumptions and even some opinions, gave him a blurred montage of the true facts. He was able to remember that WASP has been used to refer to some people who were overly filled with pride based on their ancestory going back to the original people who came from northern Europe and settled here in America. They were white, Caucasian, and credited their religion to the Protestants. He knew they were formerly considered to have a lot of power and influence; but wait, there is more to this, he thought as he went over to his lap top.
He was now on a quest to find out the facts. This wasp from outside came into his sanctuary and it led him on an exploration he had not planned on taking. There he confirmed what he knew, however, he still needed clarification. Now, with more than just thoughts, he read out loud, although there was no one there to hear him,
“Martin Wall writes,
‘The people we call Anglo-Saxons were actually immigrants from northern Germany and southern Scandinavia. Bede, a monk from Northumbria writing some centuries later, says that they were from some of the most powerful and warlike tribes in Germany.‘ Well, that’s pretty good information.”
Hmmm let’s see what else I can find. 10 things you (probably) didn’t know about the Anglo-Saxons…
“The Anglo-Saxons murdered their hosts?!”
Without going any further he became enraged, just as he had with that wasp out back.
It’s a stupid, angry bee that does not make honey.
Go with God, beetle