While enjoying an outdoor brunch with friends where I was eating a spread of cheeses, meats, breads, jams, and honey, a bee landed in the honey. One of the girls said, “Ewww. I can not eat that anymore.”
I told her, “You know honey comes from bees right? Bees made that. Bees that exhaustively made it all the while unknowing to the fact that we were just going to steal it. To be honest, after the bee landed in the honey, it probably made more honey. We most likely have more honey than we started with and now it’s extremely, super fresh.”
She neither empathized with the bee nor acknowledged the irony of one landing in a cup of honey.
Home Is Where the Hive Is
A worker bee flies into the hive and lands at a particular honeycomb.
“Honey, I’m home!”
“Oh, that joke never gets old. How was your day at work my love?”
“Susan, it was sweet. This quarter might be a record breaking honey harvest.”
“That is unbelievable, but there is something I must tell you Ted.”
“What is it?”
“I think we should diversify our assets. We have everything in honey.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, I heard that an entire hive not too far ago lost their entire life savings overnight.”
“Those are just rumors. Stories. Fiction.”
“Ted, I just don’t want to go from a bumble bee to a bumble bum.”
“What do you suggest than?”
The hive falls from the tree branch.
“Never mind, make your one stinger count!”