All these figs are making you think about pollination. You have spent many a day in your garden watching the bees and yellowjackets enclosing themselves in the petals of a flower, watching the hummingbirds glint past your head. But these figs, you know, are special. You wonder about the wasps held inside, at what sort of thing would be so important to you that you would let it become your tomb in the name of preserving it. This time, when you see the next fig, you think not of the outside, but of the inside.