Semi-carnally 
:: Whistles Innocently ::
I love spiders and snakes. Honey bees are cute.
You guys are big sillies.
Snakes are fine.
Honey bees are “cute”.
Spiders are evil creatures that sit silently in corners plotting your demise while weaving webs so they can suck the souls of the innocent.
Give them enough time, and they’ll weave a web large enought to entangle the earth and kill us all.
But that’s just my thoughts on them.
It’s true.
My dad was a beekeeper. He’d wear the white suit with the mesh mask, tie this wrists and ankles off, and wear long gloves and boots. Despite this, bees would still find their way
*inside
his
clothes.*
He said one time a bee crawled
*
in
his
ear.*
He said like most insects, it was attracted to a hole. I asked what he did. He said nothing. He just
*waited
for
it
to
crawl
back
out.*
Now, see, I love those critters too. The only time they really wig me out is when they crawl on me uninvited, in which case it’s the element of surprise that actually gets me.
But swarms, on the other hand, will put me into a fetal position. Any kind of swarm. I won’t go into those ‘butterfly rooms’ or whatever that have millions of the buggers flapping around all over the place. Hell, i’m sure if fluffy bunnies swarmed, that’d freak me the hell out too.
It proabably has to do with my earliest memory being an unpleasant one of a swarm of ants.
Runs screaming
The bees! Thebees!