If ye dear reader find yourself as an under appreciated busy buddy buzzfeeding bee - hive got just the solution.
When me and the misses entered side door here yesterday September 26th, 2021 where both of us live within one bedroom unit at Highland Manor Apartments, we espied hexagon-shaped paper cells constituting partially completed reasonably priced state of the art abode.
Nevertheless, these myopic eyes of mine identified when closeup tiny sign advertising real estate large enough to house me, an average size bugaboo.
Yours truly itching to move to cozier quarters no matter facilities roofless imposing long overdue necessity to strip down trappings to bare minimum.
Tricked out with state of the art wizardry microscopic computer processing chips adorn six identical geometric sides indeed allowing, enabling and providing global linkedin telecommunications beamed in across bajillion miles from deep space.
All kidding aside Hymenoptera quite the builder with innate abilities as their guide neither prejudice, nor afflicted with pride.
Ever mindful of insects withΒ diaphanous wings, yours truly quite aware of pain regarding bee stings, which commentary brings me to recall the following incident when quite so many years ago...
Mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree on a recent brutally hazy, hot and humid July summer day, where below the gnarled roots glazed occipital nerve did not see yellow-jackets minding their own beeswax when derriere i.e. did essay until deux stingers re: accessible bared skin apiary members did flay vulnerable hide bound part of my right knee,
whereby toxin induced to feel slightly queasy and appear ashen gray yet possessed response to stand up and immediately flee as cohorts per hive stirred with protruding stingers ready to lay into another area of ripe human flesh with consistency of brie yet, no intent to be cheesy β nay on the con tray or re:
only attempting to find good humor to stave discomfort at bay which quick thinking found me summoning medicinal salve to keep any potential swelling away thus this mister mom trotted into Belmont Hills lye bray r e soaking damp washcloths (I packed in plastic bag to cool thyself) and pray
all the while mouthing expletives more emphatic than oy vey healing powers of self would allow this chap to feel okay enough until my then thirteen-year-old youngest daughter and tutor would sashay out into the blistering heat so we could be on our home bound way.