Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on September 15, 2021 by Jan Wilberg

The bee creeped down the inside of the glass toward the pool of iced tea and then flew off when she waved the black napkin in the air. We wondered out loud what happens if one kills a bee. Do bees from throughout the city come for revenge?
Consequences are often so unpredictable.
The conversation turned to the surly service including the warning that if the bees made us uncomfortable, there would be no refuge inside the restaurant, no recourse for our miscalculation. She considered this harsh, unfriendly.
She sipped her tea slowly, the ice melting from the bee’s breath.
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When we were dating my husband showed off by catching a hornet in his hand. Very very bad idea, but it has given our family a running joke whenever we see a bee or hornet near him.
Ooh! I like this!