The Bee Sting

by Paul Murray

Here’s something you’ve been thinking about lately: when things come back, very often they come back different, like they come back weird or wrong. The best example of course would be Pet Sematary, which you watched in the bowling alley one time with Zargham on Zargham’s brother’s phone, where this family’s cat gets run over and they bury it in this weird graveyard and then it magically comes back from the dead except now it’s evil and attacks everybody but for some reason they don’t 100 per cent get the message so then when their son dies they bury him there too and basically that goes even worse than it did with the cat. The moral of the film is that you can technically bring things back but it’s a lot of trouble and at the end of the day you will probably wish you hadn’t. Ghosts, similar situation, like it’s different because nobody actually asks ghosts to come back, they just come back, but the point is that they act so insane when they do it’s impossible to imagine that they were ever people. You could even sort of say it about oil, in fact that’s what got you thinking about it because you were doing it in Geography about how oil is formed from tiny sea creatures from 150 million years ago, like plankton that were swimming around during the Jurassic, so in a way it’s the total Pet Sematary thing of at first you pull it out of the ground and think Fantastic this solves all my problems but then after a while everyone realizes whoa, wait a sec, this miracle substance is ...