
When I was little, after being stung by one-too-many wasps, I attempted to justify their existence to myself: "Wasps are like bees," I thought, "they're yellow and black and they fly around, and if you anger them they will both sting you. But bees make honey, and honey is nice and sweet. What is the purpose of wasps? If bees make honey, then maybe wasps make... Jam!" That's some pretty deep thinking for a five year old. Yes, I convinced myself that God created wasps to make jam. I'm not sure [...]