Oh, honey bee
This morning I was reminiscing (the older one gets - the more likely the habit). Actually it was reading a blog entry from a friend (click here) that got me to reminiscing. Something was mentioned about black stripes - and I started to laugh out loud.
You see, my Dad was a bee keeper for a number of years - needless to say, during that period I did not spend much time in the backyard. Anyway, one day while walking home from school with a friend (I was either in Jr. High or High School) - I noticed some honey bees gathering pollen from flowers in our neighborhood.
"Look! Those are my Dad's honey bees!"
"How do you know they are yours?"
"See those black stripes? We paint them on the bees right after they are born - so we can identify which bees belong to us."
"Really? That's cool. How do you do that?"
"We use a really small paint brush."
Yeah, she actually believed me! Still makes me laugh to this day. And no, I will not reveal the identity of my friend, nor what color her hair was!
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