Bees are great little transportation vehicles, pollinating their hearts out. It’s thanks to their buzzing fuzzy little bodies that we have food, and scary that they’re disappearing in droves.
But when I was stung last week by a sneaky little sucker, I yelped out loud on the street. Because: ow! It stung me before I even felt it land on me and when I smacked it away I realized it was a wasp. Now, I’ve never liked wasps (they’re scary looking, right?), so this only exacerbates my dislike. If you have to be stung, better to be stung by something cute.