Bee-ing friendly

I’ve never been stung by a bee in all my 26 years.

On Thursday, while heading to the lab, a bee landed on my left forearm. At first I thought it was a fly, but when I realized what it really was I froze in my tracks, and held my forearm straight out, stiff as a plank.

Jesus Christ… a bee happily going up and down and round and round my arm. In that single moment my entire life flashed by right before my eyes…

OK, not. But I did curse myself for not heeding my mom’s advice: Guys shouldn’t smell like flowers. Time to change shampoos.

God knows how long I stood there, but the bee decided I wasn’t a bouquet and took off. I ran away the moment I felt it was safe. 26 years and counting, bees! Hah!


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