Okay bees, you and I are usually BFFs. I'm not allergic to you. You're one of the few bugs that does not freak me the fuck out. You make honey which rocks my world. I plant nice flowers outside so you can enjoy tasty pollen. I even have jewelry featuring you guys. You and I, usually we're good.
However the sudden decision to invade our kitchen is not cool. Me stepping on one of your dead brethren and relearning that allergic or not bee stings HURT is not cool. You know what's even less cool? Finding a bee on my BED. I've been trapping as many of you as I can and setting you free outside because I don't like to kill bees. However that one crawling on my nice white bedspread was introduced to Mr. Vacuum.
In conclusion, NO MORE BEES IN MY HOUSE OKAY? JUST STAY OUTSIDE WHERE YOU CAN EAT POLLEN AND MAKE HONEY AND NOT DRIVE ME CRAZY.
Signed,
the honey lover whose home you invaded