
When I saw his furry little arse sticking out of my finger yesterday afternoon, I felt sorry for him, having to tear himself in half and die, just for being brave enough to defend himself. Also because bees are nice and make us honey.
I don't feel sorry for him anymore. Because it fucking hurt. All night. And is still hurting. Hich mean I am trying to avoid typing letter that make me ue my left ring finger.
Nasty buzzy little bastards.

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