I just saved a life!
While eating lunch in the garden I was idly watching a bee doing backstroke in the pool. It wasn't until its little limbs stopped flailing around that I began to wonder if it were normal for a bee to swim, let alone do backstroke.
I leapt into action. With my knife.
Have you ever tried to fish a bee out of a pool using only a knife?
I finally got him out and onto the table where I left him to dry off. I was a little concerned that I might have to do mouth to mouth resuscitation as I don't know which end of a bee is the stingy bit but, at last, one of its legs waved and I sat back satisfied that I'd done my duty.
I'm hoping that he'll remember and, when a swarm of bees is about to attack me, he'll push his way to the front and say, 'No! Stop! She saved my life; we must spare her.' You know, like that lion who had a nail in his paw.
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I leapt into action. With my knife.
My heart leaps to my gthroat, fearing the crazed look on your visage.
Whew!
That sounds like an excellent bee-protection tactic. Now all I have to do is find a drowning bee and rescue it....
aye!
that look is my normal one, james.
I would recommend it to everyone, nick.
Hope the bee remembers you. Luckie makes a game of trying to catch the flying ones. I hope I have Benadryl handy after it stings her a dozen times.
Are you referring to Androcles's lion, Pamela? Tell me, do you still have your...er...assets?
That would bee a her not a him.
George tries that too, nitwit.
Possibly, puss. And yes, but mine are all my own!
I thought about that when I wrote it, aileni, but opted for he, thinking the female is the queen.
Love it. I do stuff like that too. I don't like to see any creature die - except cockroaches!
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