NONE of you picked up on the fact that what I really wanted for Christmas was a can of live bees. None of you. I have been dropping hints about my desire to receive a can of live, humming, fiendishly angry bees with the fury of a thousand suns in their stingers and venom sacs, ready to give their lives to protect their precious honey for at least six months.
What does it take, huh?
PS: Apparently some people received these as workplace gifts. I can only imagine.
PPS: Merry Boxing Day and Happy Hanukkah, all.
PPPS: Also, as has been pointed out, it benefits the struggling American bee-canning industry.
6 comments:
How do you know i didn't get you canned bees? Isn't that the kind of present I would refrain from gifting you while you were unwell? Maybe if you exorcise your plague and come down to Washington I will give you some canned bees.
There were no canned bees. I could tell by your eyes.
That's cold. So cold.
Not as cold as your heart.
WHOA! Why would you say something like that to the person you want to marry? I don't know. Maybe my *brain* is cold too.
Are we still kidding? I thought we were, but now it's dark outside and I'm frightened. Hello?
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