Was doing my papers a few weeks back when the largest bee I have ever cast my eyes upon hovered a few feet in front of my face. With a paper, which was conveniently rolled up and ready to deliver, I whacked the massive f*cker and, instantly stunned, it travelled in a large arc, landing about 10 yards away. I walked forth to investigate the condition of my victim and, seeing no movement, trampled on him to make sure of his death.
I felt proud in the knowledge I had helped the cause and partly avenged the bee-sting-based turmoil dundeebarry unfortunately experienced prior to our bold uprising.
However, as I walked up the shared driveway of the houses two gates down I was not expecting what I was about to see. Not one, not two, but three bees were flying in a uniformed line into the side of this house. As I got closer I heard very loud, distinct buzzing. A nest. A f*cking nest. I delivered the two tabloids and fled the scene as hastily as my legs would carry me, and only now have I been able to pluck up the courage to post this. A haunting experience indeed.