I’ve been stung three times by a bee. Once in the ear, once on the palm of my hand and once on my hip. Subsequently, if I see a yellow and black striped flying harpoon, I go against conventional wisdom and begin wildly flapping my arms like a far less elegant, far less coordinated voguer.
But… nestle a little bumble bee fashioned of a jelly bean, almonds and chocolate in a hive of honey-flavored Swiss meringue buttercream and suddenly I’m clamoring to become part of the swarm. My waggle dance wouldn’t be as graceful as the others, but my delight would be clearly communicated.
Incredibly Roux'd 