Here’s a tale from Fyre’s past…
I have a strange relationship with bees. I’m not particularly afraid of them, though I like to believe I have a healthy respect for the dangers they present, especially in large numbers. Also, while an aficionado of honey, I have neither plans nor desire to either raid honeycombs nor raise and train bees. That being said, I’m also neither a bee hunter, nor do I seek out bee infested areas. The instances mentioned below are neither pro- nor anti- bee propaganda and if given the choice, I’d coexist peacefully in a world with bees and wish them no harm.
Ok, disclaimers are finished… on with the story!
My first, real-life encounter with a bee happened when I was a kid. We lived in Germany near the military base and I would go to the pool at the rec center there. On one of my many trips to the pool, I happened to have colorful beads at the end of my braids. The thing about beads, they don’t always stay put, especially when you’re an active tween doing things like swimming. That’s why I wasn’t alarmed when my friend shouted what I thought was “bead” and pointed at my hair. I reached to grab what I expected to be a fallen piece of plastic and instead received a sharp sting! I threw the bee into the water as my shock response and then finally registered that my friend was saying “bee”.
Fast forward a few years to a time when I’m living in Florida. I have an early meeting with my boss, but it’s a good morning, so I figure it wouldn’t hurt to drive in with the top down. I arrive at the office, do a couple of things and go into my meeting. Halfway through the hour long meeting, I feel something itch the side of my head. I pat my head gently, because nobody really wants to look like the paragon of poor hygiene by setting dandruff aflutter in front of their boss, and the itching stops. It restarts moments later as a more insistent itch. I adjust my braids again and out flies a bee! I swear it was the fastest I’d seen a person move when my boss, lightning quick, grabs a notepad and swats the errant bee from the air. I was teased about that for weeks…
A few years later, also in Orlando, late fall, I had my third encounter of the buzzing kind. It had been a long day at work. The kind of day where it would have been a miracle to escape my desk long enough to go outside, what says stopping to smell the roses. You can then imagine my surprise when I arrive home, take off my jacket only to have a bee fly out from right below my collar! I couldn’t begin to tell how long he had been there, but he hadn’t so much as scratched me. I guess he just came along for the ride.
What relevance has all this to current events?
Except that I’ve recently had my fourth bee event! It started with a buzzing sound. I was out on the porch, my second favorite place when at home, when I heard it. As the noise was close to my head, I did a quick hair check, shaking my head to ensure there wasn’t a bee in there. I brushed my hands through my braids a few more times while I was outside. I returned to my favorite place (my room), fiddled around online, then finally went out for a drive. Periodically I would think I heard a faint noise, which I couldn’t distinguish, so I continued onwards only after shaking my hair again. I reach my destination and hear the sound, but loud enough to recognize it as a buzz. Once outside the car, I must have looked mad as I began furiously shaking out my hair. Finally, a shaken-up bee falls to the ground dazed.
I haven’t discovered the common denominator aside from my hair. The products I’ve used in my hair are vast and never consistent from one time to another. The most recent occurrences have had the involvement of a car; however, the last encounter I believe I picked up my winged friend without vehicular assistance.
I am appreciative that my bee passengers do not sting me, though I’m not entirely certain why I wind up their host. As 50% of my bee companions were slain and the remaining were jostled around to within an inch of their short, pollinated lives, I’d like to put out a bee warning that adventuring with me may shorten their lives, but nobody I know speaks bee. Since I’m unable to ward them away, I pass the tale along to you.
What are your thoughts on bees?