today, as i was riding my scooter to work, a bee somehow flew into my shirt and stung me. right where it counts. i had to pull over and do one of those frantic rip-your-shirt-off scenes straight out of a movie. i found the little stinger but the bee had escaped.
what a sacrifice...do bees know that when they sting they will die? do they have a moment of decision making to do at the crux of their passion? it seems like they may be more impulsive than me. all they need is a little egging on and they just roll over. wiggle their little butts until they sigh with relief at their accomplishment, only to turn right around and DIE. good thing i'm not a bee.
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