Charles Darwin wrote
"I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created the Ichneumonidae with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of caterpillars",
Ichneumonidae being parasitic wasps. For Darwin, these things were so unutterably vile that they suggested the absence of a benign Creator.
As theological arguments go, it's not exactly watertight. As an expression of revulsion at the foulness of wasps, however, it's pretty spot-on.
I hate wasps; I really hate them. If one's in a room, I cannot relax, I can't take my eye off it. I'm pretty sure the dentist-drill whine of evil little waspy wings against glass pushes my blood pressure up a good notch or five. I'm still feeling slightly shaky, having just killed the biggest one I've ever seen in this sceptred isle. I'd no idea the bastards hung around until December, but this monstrosity suddenly appeared, batting itself at the window and getting the cats all excited (which is a problem in itself, as anyone who's ever nursed a mouth-stung pet will attest to). I sprayed it with three different types of "fly and wasp killer", which succeeded in making it angry as fuck and then, finally, dead. Just got to pluck up the courage to remove its poisonous corpse before the cats crunch it up. I have the nagging, irrational fear that it's faking death, Fatal Attraction-style, and will leap back into buzzy, stingy life the moment I get a newspaper under it.
Brrrr.
If you were inclined to accept the existence of a benign Creator, which petty vilenesses would cause you to reconsider? |