The Dragonfly Vs. The Wasp (Full Potential)


“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!

I won’t!

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.

Now I’ll have to search the whole outside perimeter of my house to make sure they aren’t nesting & trying to take over!

Before that search began he decided to dig a little deeper here & get more facts and an understanding of this comparatively similar group of people known as Wasp. It angered the man so deeply. He hated the drive of misdirected religion. He never understood prejudices. He couldn’t accept how human beings could mistreat other human beings, and yet here today he found himself filled with concern, even a certain amount of love, & compassion for the dragonfly, and yet hostility toward the hornet, the wasp. Didn’t he consider himself to be a protestant? I’ve never really been very religious. I do certain things religiously, but am I a protestant? Do I even want to be labled that? He quickly did a search on, “What is a protestant?” The Oxford Dictionary is a reliable source. Let’s see. Then he read out loud,
“A member or follower of any of the Western Christian churches that are separate from the Roman Catholic Church and follow the principles of the Reformation, including the Baptist, Presbyterian, and Lutheran churches.” He paused.

Again, he knew enough history to know about wars over the geographic ownership of certain land and how religion was tied in tightly with whoever did the conquering. There was a time when people associated where they were from with what they believed. Much to his chagrin he recalled hearing historians tell the tales of Protestants and Catholics literally killing each other in pursuit of converting the other to what they personally believed. Unfortunately, somehow, some people were following the orders of an earthly king & showing complete disregard to The King of all kings (their very own Jesus Christ, The Messiah) How could this be? If they were both reading the same Bible, and they supposedly were, surly they heard that following Jesus was the way to eternal life. That following should mean loving your enemy and praying for those who persecute you. Was their pledge to God & country so wrapped that it superseded even God’s 10 commandments…one of them stating, “Thou shalt not kill“? I guess they felt it wasn’t murder it was…war? Self-defense? Corporal punishment for not obeying the laws of their land as they invaded the land of others?

No matter how many questions he ask & how many truths he unveiled he couldn’t wrap his head around such ignorant behavior. He no longer wanted to be associated or labled and yet it’s probably inevitable to avoid it entirely.

His mind returned to the wasp outside. He couldn’t believe how such a small creature could lead him into such deep contemplation, but it did.

A wasp, what a unique mode of transportation. It was almost as if he took a ride on the back of that thing while taking the time to explore where it took him in his own mind’s eye.

He opened the back door and stepped out into the fresh outdoors. He heard the wasp still struggling to escape. Those sounds did not drown out his own thoughts, I do have my own opinions and convictions. I consider myself to have a deep, strong faith. An old Bible verse he memorized in sunday school as a kid came strolling through his mind. It was the very definition of faith from Hebrews chapter 11, the very first verse. He recited it to himself, Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Since his teen years this very same man had an interest in studying the teaching & lifestyle of Jesus. Today, while riding on the back of what that insect came to represent he prayed to God,

“May I never force my beliefs on another person, insisting my own way. Help me to accept others. Lord, I want to be genuinely concerned with who they are as a person, not what they do or don’t do. May I never try to capture the dragonflies in order to try and release them through the door I’ve opened for them. Also, who am I to destroy the wasp? Lord, may I allow others to be who they are while still striving to be who you want me to be. I pray this in Jesus’ name and for Christ’s sake. Amen.”

And with that the man set the wasp free, avoiding its sting.

From that day onward the man kept himself in check. He is constantly striving to treat others much better than he had treated what bugged him personally.

I am no better than they are if I smite them with my own sting.


Highlighted words above take you to the sources I used. I also used Collins Dictionary to help with this writing.

✨🌟💫EXTRAS💫🌟✨

Isaiah 55:8-11 The Lord God says,
” For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord . For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.
Isaiah 55:8‭-‬11 ESV
https://bible.com/bible/59/isa.55.8-11.ESV

Rev. 3:20

Now faith is the assurance (title deed, confirmation) of things hoped for (divinely guaranteed), and the evidence of things not seen [the conviction of their reality—faith comprehends as fact what cannot be experienced by the physical senses]. HEBREWS 11:1 AMP

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