To all the brave, dead bees....

In the small town parking lot, I was closing the car doors when I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my right hand. I looked at the center of it. The upper side of my palm was already red, and in the middle of it all, there was a small sac, a bunch of nerves and some muscles contracting at a fast rate, pumping the venue out of the sac into my hand.

I couldn't stop looking at it.

It hurt but I admired the ingenuity of Nature more than I cared about the pain it sometimes causes. This little sac pumping venom into my body meant that a brave bee just sacrificed herself in an effort to protect the hive. I had no idea there was any hive anywhere near that parking lot, and I definitely had no intention of harming even a single bee in it, but this bee here, a brave bee-scout on the frontier of their hive-kingdom deemed me dangerous and decided to act on it.


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A big to everyone out there that feels a bit lonely... you are NOT alone!