Mother Nature is Flawed

Everything around us in nature seems to serve a purpose in the big thing known as the circle of life. The rain falls, the sun shines, the lush green grass grows (when there’s not a hose pipe ban), the cows eat the grass, man eats the cow and man then screws up the planet. However, would somebody please tell me what part the bloody wasp has to do with anything? I mean, apart from harassing and stinging people, just what do they actually do?

You can be happily sat in your garden sipping on a cool beer or, in my case, in the park having a picnic with my best friend, his girlfriend and their little nipper who is happily poking sticks into a pond when along comes a wasp to spoil it all. It starts buzzing around your sandwiches and showing an interest in your glass of wine and then, in a blink of an eye, it happens. Yup, it’s that world famous Benny Hill chase routine. But without the scantily clad ladies. Or the music for that matter.

In an instant, your mate leaps up off the ground, legs it about the park like a girl, arms flaying all over the place and shouting expletives about the parenting skills of a wasp in an attempt to out run it. And no sooner has he managed to avoid his little yellow and black foe it starts a chain reaction of break dancing parents as the now fed up, and possibly rather annoyed, wasp goes off and pesters another happily picnicking family.