This weekend I was the unsuspecting victim of the worlds single greatest enemy, the honey bee. I was sitting outside enjoying the nice afternoon when the killer bee noticed me. I saw his beady eyes glaring at me eyeing me like I was the most beautiful flower he had ever seen. So I moved trying to avoid his ninja like moves. But it was too late he got me, and I started screaming like a school girl. Arms were flaying, screams, and abundance of foul words. The bee buzzed me again showing he would not be hampered in the quest for my nectar. I ran inside trying to save myself from this monster. I was regaining my composure when I felt something moving in my hair and lo and behold as he was still with me. This was truly a "attack bee." Thank god that I am still here to tell you my story.
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