the bee hums, nonchalantly, letting itself go in the breeze, and not thinking about the consequences and who is inevitably going to get stung. i feel it breathe, buzzing, it’s warning colours blaring at me. i feel its wings beat, past my ears.
Oh! Just what I wanted, all day long I’ve been hearing this buzzing in my ears, I just knew bees would come along and interrupt my day! Such fun that it’s here!
It buzzes into the flowers nearby, pollinating each one. I wonder when it will bloom, what color it may be. Will it fly home to it’s family? How many belong to it’s hive?
He is yellow and black, buzzes as he bumbles along. He must please the queen, for he is a lowly worker bee.
yellow jackets. under a bush. a red sweater filled with thousands of humming insects. in all honesty it was probably more like 15-20 yellow jackets and i’m not even sure if they were yellow jackets anymore. but i learned an important lesson: don’t investigate strange bushes.
a bee is a lovely creature that has provided gardeners with great delight in that it helps to pollinate flowers amnd fruits amd also produces some great honet there are many varieties that one cam=n enk
i love bee’s they’re in danger of becoming extinct, and that suck if you like living because them little furry fuckers pollinate everything. If them guys die we’re well and truly fucked, we will all starve to death cos we wont be able to grow any food.
There are different types of bees throughout the world. Black bees are the scariest but sometimes I am more afraid of wasps. This also reminds me of spelling bees and why they are called that. Perhaps when you loose and mispell a word it is like getting stung by a bee. Bees are yellow and black most of the time and I think that is nice.
I remember that my friend’s brother almost drank a bee once. Luckily, he quickly found out that he had a bee in his mouth and spit it out. It had already stung him quite a few times before he got it out. Poor kid.
the bee went out and to find some flowers that attracted him very much. He found a lifelong partner and fell in love. they now have 8 bees in total, and are married happily ever after. this bee is not a bee. it is a lonely human in need of a bittersweet ending.
A beautiful animal, dangerous but interesting at the same time. Let a bee be, because it it’s letten be it’ll go fly away and with its beauty charm flowers. The bee a beutiful insect in deed.
i’ve never been stung by a bee. i’ve always been kind of afraid of them, but my father, the exterminator, always would save me from them. Though as beautiful as they are, their stinger would intimidate me. I love that bees will keep the flowers all fresh and bloomed as they take the pollen and make honey in their beehive. bees are a wonderful and helpful creatures.
It hovers, a fluffy ball of black and gold, it sends the children screaming, waving their hands above their heads, running down the lawn. The sun beats down. The bee slips into a cup of red petals. I think of the candles. The pots of yellow honey. The balm.
bees can be hurty. i dont like it when they sting me. it can also mean spelling bee thing. i only got stung by a bee twice and im ten. i like to cacth bees and then let them go when im done.
Flyy and desperate to each flower,lost till the sex of the next prism
a prison said she and swallowed me whole and telepathically
I dove in and would again.
bee’s sting. some people may think that they are mean for it, but they do it out of self protection. Humans for example, kill and hurt themselves as well as other people as “self protection” we are no better than bees.
flying yellow and black like honey make honey sting people are cute and fluffy mind their own business..live in hives ive never been stung…they’ve little feet and like flowers and nectar
BEe whatever it is you want to Bee. As free as a bee with pollen sprinkled on your feet from your favorite bee flowers. Bee good, bee fuzzy, bee as sweet as honey.
I like bees. They sting people and have black and yellow stripes. I’ve only ever been stung by wasps, except for this one time last summer in which a sting got infected. I had to go to the doctors to get some antibiotics which made me feel very sick for two weeks. I never finished the course – there are still three left in the packet.
Bee’s sting. Yellow and black. Make honey to go in my tea. Tea is for when I’m sick or upset or cold or lonely. I put too much effort into it though and rarely want it badly enough to make. It takes a lot of honey. A lot of bees put in a lot of effort to make my tea. More effort than I do. Maybe I’ll make more tea. I’m just being lazy.
Buzz, buzz went the bee. It twisted and turned midair. Such a lovely sight for a creature with such capabilities. Sting goes the bee. Sting, sting! OUCH! Silly bee, must not know who I be. Yellow and black. Fury. SWAT, squash goes the bee!
I think that we should really stop killing the bees. It’s not about the whole thing with a drastic drop in food production worldwide, or the fact that we’ll probably all starve to death. No, I’m more afraid of them coming back for revenge. Undead zombie bees, now that is some messed up stuff. Think of the horror. I smell a new movie coming on! Come on Peter Jackson!
It was finally spring and the garden needed tending. How lovely was it to watch the big fat bumble bee buzzing from one bloom to the next, surely this was the first of the season, and it gave promise.
I know this guy, I’m kind of in love with him, anyway, he is truly terrified of bees. It’s funny really, considering he is about 230lbs and not an inch under 6’4, but to see him dance down the street, swatting his arms recklessly while I, his tiny 5’1 girlfriend, stand perfectly still as the bee flies around me, deciding if I am a flower, and if not, if I am dangerous, is just about the most hilarious scene in the world. At least, according to a friend who happened to pass by in his jeep one day as this event unfolded. It was so funny in fact, that he turned around and stopped, his mouth wide open, belly jiggling, as he rolled down the window to explain that he wished he had had his camera.
I’ve never been stung by a bee, but I have a horrible fear of them. Several times, I have come so close to being stung but been spared. It surprises me how something so harmless can scare you so much.
Bees are cute, much cuter than wasps. You got to be nice to bees, especially as they die, but mostly because they’re fluffier, nicer versions of wasps. Saying that, I’m told I was stung by a bee once, although I don’t remember it, so maybe it’s just unconscious respect brought on from some kind of unconscious fear.
did you know that bees are supposedly disappearing? or perhaps disappearing is the wrong word, but they might be going extinct. Thank you, Albert Einstein, for being one of the first to realize this. However, it’s still happening and apparently we’re all going to go extinct now because bees pollinate flowers and make our food grow, etc..
If I were afraid of bees, I think I’d jump out of a moving golf cart to avoid them. But seeing as this isn’t the case, I feel as if bees leave me alone and I leave them alone. IF only this was the case with everyone and everything.
I’m not afraid of bees although I know many in my life who are. I leave them alone and they leave me alone. If only this were the case with everyone and everything else.
Her name was Beatrice, but to me, she’d always be my little sister Bee.
the bee hums, nonchalantly, letting itself go in the breeze, and not thinking about the consequences and who is inevitably going to get stung. i feel it breathe, buzzing, it’s warning colours blaring at me. i feel its wings beat, past my ears.
Oh! Just what I wanted, all day long I’ve been hearing this buzzing in my ears, I just knew bees would come along and interrupt my day! Such fun that it’s here!
I was stung by the way she told me about her honey. Taken aback by her floral scent. It was as though I just walked out of an apiary.
Bee what you want to be. If you are lucky enough to. Bee who you want to be. Bee yourself.
It buzzes into the flowers nearby, pollinating each one. I wonder when it will bloom, what color it may be. Will it fly home to it’s family? How many belong to it’s hive?
He is yellow and black, buzzes as he bumbles along. He must please the queen, for he is a lowly worker bee.
Bee in your bonnet? Never understood that phrase. When has anyone ever had a bee in their bonnet? Who even wears them nowadays?
yellow jackets. under a bush. a red sweater filled with thousands of humming insects. in all honesty it was probably more like 15-20 yellow jackets and i’m not even sure if they were yellow jackets anymore. but i learned an important lesson: don’t investigate strange bushes.
a bee is a lovely creature that has provided gardeners with great delight in that it helps to pollinate flowers amnd fruits amd also produces some great honet there are many varieties that one cam=n enk
i love bee’s they’re in danger of becoming extinct, and that suck if you like living because them little furry fuckers pollinate everything. If them guys die we’re well and truly fucked, we will all starve to death cos we wont be able to grow any food.
There are different types of bees throughout the world. Black bees are the scariest but sometimes I am more afraid of wasps. This also reminds me of spelling bees and why they are called that. Perhaps when you loose and mispell a word it is like getting stung by a bee. Bees are yellow and black most of the time and I think that is nice.
I remember that my friend’s brother almost drank a bee once. Luckily, he quickly found out that he had a bee in his mouth and spit it out. It had already stung him quite a few times before he got it out. Poor kid.
beehave yourself beeware buzzzz buzzzzzzzzz beehive
the bee went out and to find some flowers that attracted him very much. He found a lifelong partner and fell in love. they now have 8 bees in total, and are married happily ever after. this bee is not a bee. it is a lonely human in need of a bittersweet ending.
A beautiful animal, dangerous but interesting at the same time. Let a bee be, because it it’s letten be it’ll go fly away and with its beauty charm flowers. The bee a beutiful insect in deed.
i’ve never been stung by a bee. i’ve always been kind of afraid of them, but my father, the exterminator, always would save me from them. Though as beautiful as they are, their stinger would intimidate me. I love that bees will keep the flowers all fresh and bloomed as they take the pollen and make honey in their beehive. bees are a wonderful and helpful creatures.
sting, ouch. as the bee protects himself, he dies in the process.
It hovers, a fluffy ball of black and gold, it sends the children screaming, waving their hands above their heads, running down the lawn. The sun beats down. The bee slips into a cup of red petals. I think of the candles. The pots of yellow honey. The balm.
They are like heat seeking hate missiles. Thats pretty much all I have to say.
bees can be hurty. i dont like it when they sting me. it can also mean spelling bee thing. i only got stung by a bee twice and im ten. i like to cacth bees and then let them go when im done.
Flyy and desperate to each flower,lost till the sex of the next prism
a prison said she and swallowed me whole and telepathically
I dove in and would again.
bee’s sting. some people may think that they are mean for it, but they do it out of self protection. Humans for example, kill and hurt themselves as well as other people as “self protection” we are no better than bees.
I can’t forget. bee sting on the palm of my hand. the kiss. the pain. the itch. the scar.
flying yellow and black like honey make honey sting people are cute and fluffy mind their own business..live in hives ive never been stung…they’ve little feet and like flowers and nectar
BEe whatever it is you want to Bee. As free as a bee with pollen sprinkled on your feet from your favorite bee flowers. Bee good, bee fuzzy, bee as sweet as honey.
I like bees. They sting people and have black and yellow stripes. I’ve only ever been stung by wasps, except for this one time last summer in which a sting got infected. I had to go to the doctors to get some antibiotics which made me feel very sick for two weeks. I never finished the course – there are still three left in the packet.
Bee’s sting. Yellow and black. Make honey to go in my tea. Tea is for when I’m sick or upset or cold or lonely. I put too much effort into it though and rarely want it badly enough to make. It takes a lot of honey. A lot of bees put in a lot of effort to make my tea. More effort than I do. Maybe I’ll make more tea. I’m just being lazy.
Buzz, buzz went the bee. It twisted and turned midair. Such a lovely sight for a creature with such capabilities. Sting goes the bee. Sting, sting! OUCH! Silly bee, must not know who I be. Yellow and black. Fury. SWAT, squash goes the bee!
I think that we should really stop killing the bees. It’s not about the whole thing with a drastic drop in food production worldwide, or the fact that we’ll probably all starve to death. No, I’m more afraid of them coming back for revenge. Undead zombie bees, now that is some messed up stuff. Think of the horror. I smell a new movie coming on! Come on Peter Jackson!
Ouch!! Sting not bite. BLACK AND YELLOW! wings. FLYING! Flying stingy thingy! three letter word. second letter in the alphabet.
It was finally spring and the garden needed tending. How lovely was it to watch the big fat bumble bee buzzing from one bloom to the next, surely this was the first of the season, and it gave promise.
I know this guy, I’m kind of in love with him, anyway, he is truly terrified of bees. It’s funny really, considering he is about 230lbs and not an inch under 6’4, but to see him dance down the street, swatting his arms recklessly while I, his tiny 5’1 girlfriend, stand perfectly still as the bee flies around me, deciding if I am a flower, and if not, if I am dangerous, is just about the most hilarious scene in the world. At least, according to a friend who happened to pass by in his jeep one day as this event unfolded. It was so funny in fact, that he turned around and stopped, his mouth wide open, belly jiggling, as he rolled down the window to explain that he wished he had had his camera.
I’ve never been stung by a bee, but I have a horrible fear of them. Several times, I have come so close to being stung but been spared. It surprises me how something so harmless can scare you so much.
Bees are cute, much cuter than wasps. You got to be nice to bees, especially as they die, but mostly because they’re fluffier, nicer versions of wasps. Saying that, I’m told I was stung by a bee once, although I don’t remember it, so maybe it’s just unconscious respect brought on from some kind of unconscious fear.
Flitting about, you decide to land on my scarf. I brush you off. There’s something on my hand. No, not a thing.. PAIN. Why do you sting me so?
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did you know that bees are supposedly disappearing? or perhaps disappearing is the wrong word, but they might be going extinct. Thank you, Albert Einstein, for being one of the first to realize this. However, it’s still happening and apparently we’re all going to go extinct now because bees pollinate flowers and make our food grow, etc..
If I were afraid of bees, I think I’d jump out of a moving golf cart to avoid them. But seeing as this isn’t the case, I feel as if bees leave me alone and I leave them alone. IF only this was the case with everyone and everything.
I’m not afraid of bees although I know many in my life who are. I leave them alone and they leave me alone. If only this were the case with everyone and everything else.
ouch! that hurts!