I hate bees.  I also hate anything that could possibly sting me.  It’s not just a hate, but a fear.  For example, Stunning once called me and said, “There’s a wasp in the apartment.”  As a good husband, my first thought should have been, “I wish I was there to save you and kill the wasp heroically and save you from any chance of being stung.”  Instead my first thought was, “Thanks GOD I am not there right now.”  She killed the wasp before I got home using hairspray. 

Anyway, the other day I took some picture of blue bonnets here in Texas and a bee flew right toward me.  I’m happy to report, I overcame my fear for the sake of a photograph.  Take a look:

I didn’t even get stung.  I do however hope that the bee pictured here flew into a car traveling at a high rate of speed and is now dead.