One thought on “Words cannot describe the level of freaking out this would cause me.”

  1. My father kept bees, and taught me all about it. Once you put the suit on and dig in a hive once, you realize that it’s not all that bad. Even getting stung once or twice doesn’t compare with the joy of ingesting unfettered mouthfuls of pure, pollinated fructose.

    Top of the frigging food chain, we are.

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