Philosophical Wasp

Sweezus heads for the glass sliding door.

Pierre-Louis opens it, just wide enough for Sweezus (and a wasp) to slide in through.

Thanks, says Sweezus. You need to get rid of those wasps in the garden.

Me? says Pierre-Louis.

You volunteered to look after it, says Sweezus.

Not the pests, says Pierre-Louis.

Do you reckon life's like a wheel? asks Sweezus, pursuing his earlier thought that Pierre-Louis might think so.

No, says Pierre-Louis. Does anyone?

Nietzsche, says Sweezus. And the Buddha.

Anyone sensible? asks Pierre-Louis.

Heaps, says Sweezus. But okay. What philosophical thought would you be thinking, if say, you were thinking one randomly?

That's a very good question, says Pierre-Louis.

Well? says Sweezus.

Do wasps carry grudges? asks Pierre-Louis.

That's kind of specific. says Sweezus.

That wasn't a philosophical question, says Pierre-Louis. I wonder if Gaius keeps any of that Fast Knockdown Spray? 

He opens the cupboard under the kitchen sink. Finds some, and squirts it towards Sweezus.

Sweezus ducks.

The wasp that had followed him in is knocked down.

Now let's see if life's like a wheel, says Pierre-Louis.

They peer at the wasp in its death throes.

What are you doing? asks Gaius who has finished packing for Winaityiniaiyti Pangkara, and come into the kitchen.

We've just despatched a wasp, says Pierre-Louis. I hope you don't disapprove of such killings.

Generally I attempt to catch and release, says Gaius. Was it preparing to sting you?

Yeah, says Sweezus. Cool, how life's like a wheel.

I fail to see how, for the wasp, says Gaius. Unless of course... ah... I see what you're thinking. He picks up the wasp (which has died) and drops it in with the kitchen scraps.

Dust to dust, says Gaius. Or in this case wasp to compost. And then the long process of decomposition and soil enrichment, after which... of course it won't be another wasp again in a hurry.

That's something they all can agree on.