Bees, wasps, hornets, anything goes. Here are some guaranteed ways to overreact at the sight of stinging winged insects.
It’s called capitalism guys, and it’s good when I’m the one consuming.
I raised my hand toward the swarm and I realized that I was fighting my bodily instincts.
Vladimir Putin could basically take out all of Manhattan right now if he happened to feel like it. He just could.
…And it’s getting weird.
You know what is in Room 101. Everyone knows what is in Room 101.
You can only catch a yawn from someone that you like. (The same is true for sneezes.)
The problem with saving animals from extinction is that so many of them are also scary, threatening, and nihilistic. I can’t empathize with them. I have no feeling of kinship with these fellow life forms. These particular animals seem to have been designed by nature specifically to evoke this reaction from me, so I don’t feel bad about it.
The bees of the world are dying. All of them. This is not something new. But now the bee plague – “colony collapse disorder,” which is either caused by a virus or a pesticide or a fungus or a combination of all three, no one really knows – is starting to raise serious concerns.