I hate bees. always have always will. ok, I have a sweet spot for honey bees - they are sweet and so is the fruit of their labors. yellow jacket wasps however, can go straight back to the fuckin’ hell that spawned them. without provocation, walking peacefully along the street I am bombarded and stung, a large an’ swollen bloody hole in my neck remains. the good news is that biotch didn’t make it back to the hive to brag about his/her score. dead bitch, squished beneath my mighty shoe. still, ow, and argh, arrrg.
