Journal: News & Comment

Monday, August 20, 2001
# 11:08:00 PM:

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Tasty distaste

If you're squeamish about insects, skip this story. Go on to the next one below, which is about the radio spectrum. If you're squeamish about that, then you have bigger problems.

Today, while cycling home from work northward along No. 6 Road in Richmond, B.C., I struck a bee. Or, more accurately, a bee struck me, smack in the lower lip on the right side of my mouth. It didn't sting -- I didn't see it coming, and I'm sure it didn't see me coming either. I don't think it had time to react, but I almost certainly killed it, since I was going about 20 kph. I immediately spat it out and kept riding.

Astute readers will ask, if you didn't see it coming, and it didn't sting you, how did you know it was a bee?

Because it was sweet, like honey.


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