Let's talk about bees. If all the bees dropped dead I would be glad. Today I was sitting outside in SF class when two bees started flying around me. This ruined the class for me. It was a nice day, nice wind blowing, warm sun. But then the bees come and ruin it all. I'm on edge for the whole class, watching the little buggers. I had my hand over my shoulder to keep them away the whole time.
I'm not entirely sure when it started. When I was a young child my mother read me a book about a bull who got stung by a bee. That is where the knowledge that bees stung came from. I remember getting very close to a bee on a flower. It was a harmless, bumblebee type creature. Yet for some reason I was very nervous about getting that close to one.
I hate how they fly around, I hate the buzzing sound they make, I hate that color of yellow. The sting is not actually that bad. Just their presence around me is what matters. Still I don't like to get stung. Three years ago I was in the woods and I stepped on a bee's nest hidden under some leaves. I felt some pin pricks on my leg. And then the bees swarmed up my leg. I ran as fast as I could but I got stung multiple times. The sight of the bees swarming up my leg was what really scary. I feel horrible when I think about.
I have dreams about bees sometimes. Three really standout. In one dream I had when I was very young they have completely covered my house. They are over every inch of wall and they are flying around everywhere. I go inside trying to find my mother. She tries to calm me down. The next one is where I am with some other kids, standing by a wall with holes in it. The holes are actually bee's nests. I cautiously keep away from the wall. Then I get really sacred when a large green bee comes out of one of the holes. In the third dream I'm at a cookout. The bees are very large, about the size of baseballs. And they keep flying around my head.
I desire the genocide of all bees so I can enjoy the outdoors again.
