Anne Miller wrote:I don't understand the point you are trying to make though there are many more kinds of bees than your illustration shows and yellow jackets look nothing like bees.
Todd Parr wrote: I believe the point being made was that bees are awesome, and yellow jackets/hornets suck. And I couldn't agree more.
paul wheaton wrote:I didn't make the document, I found it.
I would also like to see this format greatly expanded.
I had an experience once on Haida Gwaii crossing a swamp full of tall salal. I was walking on a large spruce log (maybe 4 feet diameter) which had fallen in from a peninsula, stepping over stiff intertwined salal branches, carefully and fairly slowly when my foot crushed through the log, punching my leg, groin deep into the rotted out hollow core. I pulled my leg out with difficulty, and recommenced my journey on the log, carrying a 5 gallon pale of wet chantrelles in each hand (thankfully only a few had spilled down deep into the swamp water) and another bucket full on my back pack frame. After about ten feet of walking, I heard what sounded like a giant double sized off-highway logging truck blasting down a logging road, which I knew could not possibly be the case since I was about 2 miles up a mountain from the nearest road. When I turned to look, there was a column of bald faced black hornets blasting out of the hole, like the exhaust from an antique coal locomotive. It must have been a massive multi-queen hive. I knew that if I reacted in fear, they would sense it, and I would be stung, and if I was stung for sure I would not be able to suppress some kind of reaction. If I was stung once, I was sure that I would be stung a thousand times. I did not, nor could I, run. I turned, and with the mantra in my mind, "I am not afraid; I'm going to make it out of here without getting stung." I carried on very slowly --a slow motion mime of my previous actions, all the way to the upturned root cluster of the spruce. There I turned around and the hornets were still in the same location, milling about, but none had approached me. I thanked my lucky stars that the hive wasn't directly below me when I crushed through the rotten tree. They must have been quite a bit further down the hollow center. I would certainly be dead from anaphylaxis if I had been stung by so many. Nobody could withstand that many stings. I was so grateful also for my intuition to suppress both my fear and the subsequent reactionary response to seeing such scary and potentially deadly thing so close.
I was stung by a wasp once many years ago when I was scared of them. My entire body language would have been one of fear. Near a predatory creature, I was practically begging to be stung
Todd Parr wrote: I can only think the people that talk about peacefully co-existing with these assholes has never met one.