A Wasp and a Buddhist

A wasp entered the home of a Buddhist.

On Day 1, he checked all the windows for an escape route and, when presented with the edge of a hiking stick, he calmly climbed aboard. He was taken outside and enjoyed the view of the porch from the edge of the hiking stick. The Buddhist did not want to kill another creature, and was happy that she had achieved that through their mutual cooperation. "Maybe wasps aren't so bad" she thought.

On Day 2, the wasp returned and rested on the beams in the ceiling. He was comfortable, turning his back to the stick when it was presented and instead, moving from one beam to the next. The Buddhist feared she had been too polite the day before. Even still, she did not wish to harm him, so she put a bit of honey on the hiking stick. The wasp shyly stepped on, went outside, and enjoyed the view while taking slow sips of honey.

On Day 3, the Wasp was quite vocal as he entered. He zoomed past the Buddhist and straight to his favorite beam. The Buddhist grabbed the hiking stick and dabbed on more honey. To her amazement, he was not interested in the honey. The Buddhist tried dabbing dog food on the stick and even lit a candle by an open window to light the way. "Maybe he needs romance". The wasp would not move and even protested.

The Buddhist took a deep breath and hoped to encourage him to an exit. "He's too comfortable now". She slowly slid the hiking stick along the beam behind him. "I've been too nice. It's time to go." The wasp became quite aggressive stinging, multiple times, a perfectly good hiking stick. The Buddhist was insulted.

She reached down and tried to find compassion for him, but his aggressive movements, his very loud protests, his generally shitty demeanor reminded her of something very important.

He is a wasp. A shitty, stingy wasp. She cannot change the nature of the wasp.

The Buddhist begged him one last time, "Please! I don't want to kill you! Just leave through the window. I've opened both doors. We can't both be here. Please!"

He would not.

The Buddhist took a deep breath, put on her hoodie, pulled the sleeves over her hands for protection, and told her dog to hide under the couch. She grabbed a bottle of Shimmer-scented FeBreeze and a fly swatter.

"Are you sure you want things to be this way?!"

The wasp held his ground.

The Buddhist pulled the trigger.