Bees are annoying creatures. They molest plants and steal sweet nectar and facilitate plant copulation. YES, they make PLANT SEX happen. Disgusting creatures. I had one come bother me yesterday. I was busy, minding my own business, sharing with some young ones why communion in the hand was an evil creation, when one decided to come investigate my distal appendages for nectar. Rather uncomfortable experience with the honey making creature caressing one's digits in search for some non-existent sweet viscous liquid. I must have early-onset diabetes or something. Obviously, this rather petulant behaviour on my part is due to the yellow and black jacketed creature's unwitting reminder of another sort of homophone.
A year ago, another sort of Bea fluttered around me, and that was a rather great day. I didn't really want to remember that day, though I do. I don't know what happened to the Bea, perhaps she flew overseas. I don't know.
365 days ago.
Happy Feast of St Jean-Baptiste de La Salle
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