Idiotic bees. I can understand a bee stinging you if it flies near and you hit at it and act frenzied and spastic. I can understand a bee stinging you if you step on it barefoot or something of that sort.
What I can't understand is why it had to randomly fly into me, panic, and sting me in the wrist. In the very spot that I rest on the desk as I write. In the very spot that is driving me mad with a very vague itch/ache as a result.
I'm developing a strong dislike of bees simply because of this Fool of a Bee that couldn't see the much larger than itself obstruction in it's path.
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