This could be this hornet's last supper I thought. His last days of being. Is there a hornet heaven? Will it come back as a chihuahua? Or was this all its mortal coil had to give?
I think about this stuff sometimes.
So I began making some iphono photos because it is how I deal with this fleeting f life.
And it stayed there.
I admit this little act made me feel good. I was able to be a friend to a fellow creature, even though this fella's relatives in the bee-hornet-world have been known to send me scurrying for Benadryl and hop in a car for a ride to the ER.
Still, they don't mean it, and this bee-ing sure did me no harm.
After I looked over the photos I began adjusting them within the edit feature in the Photos app on my phone. One move I made really saturated colors and it really reminded me of the artist Wayne Thiebald. So I pushed that idea as far as the equipment would allow. And I came up with something I thought really resembled a Thiebald.
Then a strange thing happened about an hour later, one of the art groups I follow on Facebook began posting Thiebald's works. Now, up until this point, I had only thought these thoughts and not shared them with a soul. I didn't even utter them out loud for Siri and I didn't even look him up or type his name - I just thought it.
So then I began getting all conspiracy theory wondering about Big Brother watching every move anyhow. Facebook is a scary thing and Google is even scarier.
Then I realized I'm over dramatizing and this stuff happened way before the inter webs. And no I con't think my COVID vaccine planted a microchip in me to read my every thought.
This was just a cool coincidence - one that made me think we're even more energy and spiritually connected than we really know.
So I hope this wasp lived or is living out it's days as best as it can and I hope we all get to do the same. Maybe someday when I'm nearing the end and wandering aimlessly, someone will share a little bit of their salad and sandwich with me and not shoo me away.