When I was a kid I went to a carnival and got my face painted. At the end of the day while waiting for my dad to pick me up I got stung in the neck by what felt like a Meat cleaver (it was a bee)
I CRIEd and CRIED...until half way home i saw my reflection on a truck while we were stopped at a light. The face paint had run clear down my face and neck and stained my white shirt red.... I looked like i had been beaten bloody!! i stopped crying almost instantly....hahahaha
We need to BEE better and save our Bee friends.
Thanks for the words.
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