Only to have dreams dashed...

At the hip hop festival we were surrounded by swarms of wasps. There were thousands of them and most of us were stung at least once. I don't know wether it was because of the beer, but their stings weren't so severe, and they seemed reluctanct to use them. It was the first time I had any respect for the wasp. Maybe it was because they showed signs of weakness that I had never experienced amongst their kind. They weren't necessarily the heartless stinging machines that I had once believed. They were lazy and drunk and for the most part kept themselves to themselves. It was good.

Darrick and John Massive told us about an experiment they had made on a wasp earlier in the day. They had drowned a wasp in beer until it was completely dead, then laid it in the sun in a pile of salt and apparently, after 20 minutes it was completely revived, the lazarus of the wasp world. They said they'd do it again for us , and drowned another wasp and laid it out on a bench in a pile of salt. I took a picture and then we waited...

We never went back to see if the wasp had come back from the dead. I don't know why, maybe we were too drunk or stoned or whatever, but I know we didn't give it a second thought.

Much later, like, days later we were talking about the wasp, well, someone Idly said they wondered what the wasp was up to and Darrick said that it had all been a wind up to see how long we'd sit around watching a dead wasp in a pile of salt. It's a shame 'cos I'd like to believe that things like that could happen, but I guess the joke was wasted on us as we almost immediatley forgot about it.