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Originally Posted by Kapitan_Phillips
I hate wasps. A wasp stung me on the neck whilst I slept when I was 6. Not impressed. I like bees, they're more "I wont hurt you if you dont hurt me" - mainly because if they sting you, they die. Ah well XD
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You wish!
I don't like wasps either, even though none has ever stung me. However, at about the same age, 6, 7, 8, whatever, I got stung by your live-and-let-live-because-otherwise-I-die-oh-so-nice-Bee on the left arm...
I can't deny that your neck-stinging wasp going for your arteries, your throat and your spinal nerve has displayed a far greater homicidal intent than my puny little bee who aimed for non-vital tissue. But they sting nonetheless. The kamikazee bastards, they don't even live indeed to see you screaming and crying. Which means they don't do it for sadistic pleasure like wasps who hang around to enjoy your tears. Bees do it out of hate, they want you dead and they're willing to kill themselves to achieve their goal. The only reason I'm still alive is because that was just one little bee, her buddies were too busy elsewhere mass-murdering other children.
They had it coming. They shouldn't have allowed me to live. They knew I'd take revenge. The dish is a little bit cold, but it tastes sweet like honey. Ahhhh. Die bees, die!
