The Bee and the Wasp
Once upon a time, a bee and a wasp were discussing love.
"When I find someone to love, I penetrate them over and over until I find the next person I want," boasted the wasp.
"That's terrible," fretted the bee. "How can you do that?"
"Because I can," the wasp boasted. "My stinger is smooth--easy in and easy out. I can plunge it a dozen times in seconds. Oh, yes, my lover knows I've been there." The wasp grinned, feeling triumphant. "What about you?" he asked the bee.
"Maybe it's because I'm not so smooth an operator," the bee answered, "but when I attach to the one I love, I stay."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Because I want to," the bee explained. "The one I penetrate is the one I choose. It's forever."
The wasp was astonished. "That's no way to use your stinger," he sneered. "In and out and in and out, I say."
"Maybe we weren't meant to penetrate everyone we could," the bee added. "Just the one."
"So, tell me," laughed the wasp, "why? Why just one? What would happen if you left the one you penetrated and went looking for someone else? Like me."
"Well, then, I'd die," the bee said. "It's all very eviscerating."
"Yea? So, whose fault is that, really?"
"Mine, of course."
"And?"
"And...that's the way I want it. Once in love, disengagement is amputation. Love is a barbed thing--easy in, but..."
"Must be all the honey," the wasp blurted. "Stay the hell away from me."
And they each flew their separate ways, in love and in life.
The Harmonious Sting: The Tale of Melia’s Gift to the Bees
In the realm of ancient forests, there lived a benevolent goddess named Melia. She was the protector of all living creatures, ensuring harmony and balance throughout the land. Melia was particularly fond of bees, the diligent workers of the forest who played an essential role in pollination and the growth of life.
One summer, a mischievous sprite named Zephyr discovered a beautiful golden garden hidden within the heart of the forest. The garden was filled with vibrant flowers, their petals radiating with hues unseen before. Unable to resist the temptation, Zephyr plucked a flower from its bed, disrupting the delicate equilibrium.
As Zephyr frolicked away, the flowers let out a collective cry of distress. Their fragrance faded, and their vibrant colors wilted. The news of this unfortunate event reached Melia's ears, and she was overcome with sorrow. She knew that the flower's demise would disrupt the bees' harmony, endangering the delicate balance of life in the forest.
Melia summoned the Queen Bee, the leader of the buzzing colony, and explained the dire situation. Together, they devised a plan to restore the flower's enchantment and preserve the bees' vital connection to nature. Melia infused the Queen Bee with a drop of her divine energy, imbuing her with resilience and power.
The Queen Bee and her loyal hive embarked on a sacred journey. They traveled deep into the mystical realm, seeking the guidance of a legendary dragonfly known as Lumina, the Keeper of Mysteries. Lumina had the ability to see beyond the veil of time and space and held the knowledge of ancient secrets.
Upon reaching the Dragonfly's sacred pond, the Queen Bee pleaded for Lumina's assistance. Lumina, wise and perceptive, listened attentively to the Queen Bee's plea. Moved by the bees' devotion to their duty, Lumina decided to help them. She bestowed upon the Queen Bee a gift—a delicate stinger, enchanted with the power to protect and restore.
The Queen Bee returned to her colony, her followers eagerly awaiting her arrival. With a heart full of determination and the stinger's newfound power, the Queen Bee led her bees to the wilted flower. In a grand display of unity and strength, the bees worked tirelessly, weaving a delicate dance around the dying plant.
As the bees landed on the flower's petals, the stinger's enchantment took hold. A surge of energy coursed through the bees, revitalizing the flower's spirit. Its colors rekindled, and its fragrance permeated the air once more. The forest rejoiced, for balance and harmony had been restored.
From that day forward, the bees carried the stinger passed down by the Queen Bee, a testament to their tireless dedication to nature. The stinger became a symbol of their resilience, ensuring they could protect themselves and the delicate balance of the forest.
And so, the myth of how bees acquired their stingers came to be—a story of harmony disrupted, redemption sought, and the preservation of life's sacred interconnectedness.
A Curse In The Form Of A Blessing
One day Bee was flying to find another flower when she was swatted at. Scared and infuriated that someone would do such a thing, when she was sure she had eggs coming, she pondered retaliation. She couldn't think of any methods for protection; her mouth and feet were far too small to be of any help in this situation. A higher power noticed this poor Bee and blessed her babies with a stinger. However, this higher power was unhappy because the bee had wanted this protection only after becoming angry. They understood protecting the babies, hence only the females would have the stingers, but the punishment for Bee was that this stinger would be a one-time only thing as using it would be certain death.