It was a realization, a truth; the wasp annoyed me as I exposed the window from behind the film of paint. Bright light shown through and the trapped creature searched desperately for an escape. The familiar light would draw him to a slow and agonizing death. My efforts were thwarted as I attempted to direct him from the room with my hostile swats and flailing hands. At some point I thought that he would leave the room and find true freedom through the open door. Instead he did what many had done before him, he stayed in a situation that seemed familiar and safe. He would surely die, and all that would be left is the dried up corpse of a bee who was on the inside looking out at the great beauty of this world, behind a glass that gave the illusion of freedom.