I was born with the bees. My father was a beekeeper and showed me and many other curious people his bees. Recently he passed away. Even his burial was bee themed and now the bees come to visit the flowers on his grave.

Last week, I was walking home from the bus stop and had to dodge a dense swarm of about 50 bees.
Today, I was at home, when I suddenly heard a loud buzz from outside. The swarm was right outside my window. 🫠

I was looking at some bees working near their hive when one of them decided to take a break by landing on my (closed) eye. I kept still for a while and eventually the bee went back to work.

I've met the bees many times. You will get stung at least once, so make sure you're not allergic beforehand.

Also, bees don't hurt as much as wasps, usually. I say usually because some people are affected by the venom differently. Fun brag (for me), I knew someone who hated being stung by bees, but barely felt a thing when stung by wasps. They went around clearing wasp nests for a quick buck to fuel their alcohol addiction or a bottle of alcohol directly. Anyway, if you get stung by a bee and can't stand the pain, you will absolutely hate being stung by a wasp.

The right answer is „Ich habe schon deiner Mama meine Eier gezeigt, so warum nicht?"

I think my level of excitement is going to be tied to the person asking me if I want to meet the bees. If it's a nice old German lady, cool. If it's Christoph Waltz, I'm going to be concerned.

I'm both allergic and still slightly phobic, and I would totally want to meet the bees. I have met bees as part of exposure therapy to diminish that phobia. They are cool as hell.

Not just honey bees either. I've even developed a fondness for bumblers. I still don't want them on me, but I smile when I see them.