Today, I am a naturist.
While sipping my coffee on the parents' back porch, I notice a bee flying around lazily INSIDE the hummingbird feeder.
Debate in my head:
This coffee is so good, I really don't want to get up. My thighs hurt from the personal training abuse from yesterday. Bees aren't really CUTE and they sting. Should I let him out? That means I'll have to clean the feeder and re-fill it....
Aren't bees supposed to be dying out? What if he has no home to go to? Isn't this the best way to let him quietly into the deep recess of sweet death...trapped in sugar water?
*sigh*
I get up, let him out. I swear he looks at me and smiles. Then flies away without attacking me.
Non-verbal affirmation from a bee. That's good enough for me.
Watch out for Flying Fatalities
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