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.Continue reading “Bee Still My Heart”
Where "is it edible?" is more of a challenge than a question.
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