The Wasp
A part of it's nest fell off. I picked it up and felt it. It felt like a piece of paper. Amazingly it had various shades of beige and gray throughout it. I looked up and studied the rest of the nest. I watched them vigorously working on their home, trying to get it finished before winter. There were many different openings.
Someone torched the nest. They left very little left in the tree. Wasps and larvae lay on the ground. Some of them fled, flying feverishly, wondering what happened to a home they worked so hard to build.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
When I returned later that day, I was amazed to see that the remaining wasps had begun to rebuild this nest.
I wonder....
Do you think this devastation has hurt them? Do you think they felt the same as the people in the Tsunami or Katrina?
Sometimes I wonder why people have to be so cruel to another living thing, no matter what it is.
