Hello friends, I’m going to tell you some cool stuff about bees and why you shouldn’t be afraid of them!
See, there is a lot of misplaced fear over our fuzzy pollinating buddies. Many folks think they are mean and dangerous, but bees are very good little friends. The little, kind bee should not be mistaken for their evil look a likes, such as Hornets Yellow Jackets and Wasps, which are evil and should be hated like the beasts they are. Bees are docile by nature, and are not a threat to anyone who’s not allergic to them.
These bees are Swarming, which despite it’s scary sounding name, is not a dangerous time to be around bees. This time is the safest time to be around bees because they couldn’t give a hoot about you. These bees are gathering themselves together in order to go as a whole colony to find a new home. The gif is showing how bees don’t mind the outside world at this point in a swarm. The bees probably feel like a tickle on his hand. ^-^
Here’s some cool facts about bees!
-Bees are the BEST pollinators in the world! better than butterflies, or humming birds.
-Bees in a colony are all females. The males of the species look totes different and are called drones.
-Bees are totally different from Yellow Jackets, Hornets, and Wasps. They are not even close relatives in the insect kingdom!
-“Africanized” Bees are of no threat to anyone north of the New Mexico, and they barely pose a risk there! They are more territorial than some other species of bees, but not as bad as wasps.
-Many crops rely on bees.
-Bees will often die after stinging someone. Bees know this, and thus will do much to avoid stinging you. Hate to say it buddy, but you’re not worth their time.
-Honey, in it’s natural state, is a vitamin rich superfood! It can help with everything from icky feelings, to gross hair.
-Bees are threatened in many places by parasites, people, and misinformation. Do your part to help the bees and plant some flowers.
Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
“No,
they’re not as good as the other things I hunt. I prefer not to eat
anything that has hooves in fact,” He smiled and shrugged it off, “I
find little times in the day to do what I want, aside from practice and
college.. I prefer at night,”
He sipped at the bubbling drink in his hand, “Anyways, enough about
me… Tell me about yourself, surely you have to have something you love
doing too. Something that you just can’t help but love, no matter what people think of it.”
Okay… Carlos didn’t want to judge Skip for that, but here he was – silently judging. That was just such a waste of food… what even was the point if he wasn’t going to eat it?
“Well, uh, you know that I am a scientist. I love doing science,” Carlos said. He then smiled. “But I’m also a part-time band manager for the Literal Rock Band. We have an understanding between us since they need a manager and I want to study them.”
Carlos smiled. He felt unable to look into Hancock’s eyes, so he leaned in to nuzzle into his shoulder. “You’re too much,” he murmured softly, feeling slightly embarrassed but happy at the same time.
“You love it.” He purred, turning his head to nuzzle his hair and press a little kiss to the top of his head. “You’re the best thing in my life, y’know? I never thought I’d have anyone like you and now that I have you, I’m not sure what I’d do without ya.”
“Well,
you won’t have to think about that for a while yet,” Carlos told him,
turning his head up to look at him with a smile. “You’re one of the best
things that has every happened to me, and I’m not going to let you go
if I can help it.”
Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
“Meat lovers for me,” Skip replied simply, eyes now half lidded and
even slightly narrowed, though his expression soured his hand failed to
retreat. He repeated his order to the winged waitress, who nodded with a
perky smile and scribbled it down on a pad in her claws. As Carlos
placed his order, Skip stared the scientist down like a prey in his
hands.
“Losing sure does suck doesn’t it? I meant you can really win or lose
in science, you can only learn.. But for me and my group, there is only
winning.” Pause. “It is hunt or be hunted, isn’t it?”
Carlos shrugged slightly. “Well, I don’t think so,” he said. “Sure, there are sometimes things in this world that will be after you, but it’s not always.” He looked over at Skip with a small confused frown. “What, uh… what brought up the whole ‘losing’ angle?” he asked. “I feel like I’ve missed something in our conversation to bring that up…”
“Nothing much,” He smiled, looking over Carlos’ physique and slowly coming to a rather opportune conclusion, as his friends chatted and allowed the aura in the room to have some kind of buzz, his mind was focused on the way Carlos moved and his breathing, he tuned in to his heart and listened carefully to each heavy thud.
“I guess just that now we can order things to be consumed, we used to hunt for everything and stalk it for days before being able to make a move,” Skip tapped his slender fingers along the table, curling them around a cold drink and sipping it briefly. “I still love to hunt though,”
This surprised Carlos. “You hunt?” he asked. “That’s pretty interesting! How do you find the time to do that with your work? It must be a bit difficult, traveling all over… What do you usually go after?”
People.
“Oh, you know. Deer, elk, caribou.. Those sorts of creatures.” He lied with a smile on his lips, leaning back in his seat as the dinner arrived. However he didn’t even touch his own order, instead allowing his peers to feast like ravenous wolves on it.
“I love the chase.” Skip added, glancing to the starving dancers before himself and smirking, “Though, I must admit it is quite enjoyable when I capture them and they don’t even know what hit them.”
Carlos started to frown very slightly. “Do you, uh… eat the deer?” Carlos asked. He hoped so. Yes, he was aware that the question sounded like he was hoping not, but in actuality he just wanted to know because he wasn’t a fan of game hunting at all. And the mention of caribou… that’s a bit out of the way for food hunting in his opinion.
Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
“Meat lovers for me,” Skip replied simply, eyes now half lidded and
even slightly narrowed, though his expression soured his hand failed to
retreat. He repeated his order to the winged waitress, who nodded with a
perky smile and scribbled it down on a pad in her claws. As Carlos
placed his order, Skip stared the scientist down like a prey in his
hands.
“Losing sure does suck doesn’t it? I meant you can really win or lose
in science, you can only learn.. But for me and my group, there is only
winning.” Pause. “It is hunt or be hunted, isn’t it?”
Carlos shrugged slightly. “Well, I don’t think so,” he said. “Sure, there are sometimes things in this world that will be after you, but it’s not always.” He looked over at Skip with a small confused frown. “What, uh… what brought up the whole ‘losing’ angle?” he asked. “I feel like I’ve missed something in our conversation to bring that up…”
“Nothing much,” He smiled, looking over Carlos’ physique and slowly coming to a rather opportune conclusion, as his friends chatted and allowed the aura in the room to have some kind of buzz, his mind was focused on the way Carlos moved and his breathing, he tuned in to his heart and listened carefully to each heavy thud.
“I guess just that now we can order things to be consumed, we used to hunt for everything and stalk it for days before being able to make a move,” Skip tapped his slender fingers along the table, curling them around a cold drink and sipping it briefly. “I still love to hunt though,”
This surprised Carlos. “You hunt?” he asked. “That’s pretty interesting! How do you find the time to do that with your work? It must be a bit difficult, traveling all over… What do you usually go after?”
Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
“Meat lovers for me,” Skip replied simply, eyes now half lidded and
even slightly narrowed, though his expression soured his hand failed to
retreat. He repeated his order to the winged waitress, who nodded with a
perky smile and scribbled it down on a pad in her claws. As Carlos
placed his order, Skip stared the scientist down like a prey in his
hands.
“Losing sure does suck doesn’t it? I meant you can really win or lose
in science, you can only learn.. But for me and my group, there is only
winning.” Pause. “It is hunt or be hunted, isn’t it?”
Carlos shrugged slightly. “Well, I don’t think so,” he said. “Sure, there are sometimes things in this world that will be after you, but it’s not always.” He looked over at Skip with a small confused frown. “What, uh… what brought up the whole ‘losing’ angle?” he asked. “I feel like I’ve missed something in our conversation to bring that up…”
The Perfect Scientist 