The not-so secret lives of BEES
"Honey bees can be easily reared, are adaptable to many
climates and to laboratory conditions, and have complex social life"
Nurse Betty asked the Queen bee and the Drone bee to report to the Mount Sinai hospital on the Upper East side the second day of her honey vomiting day. (I took the freedom to omit the important role of the worker bees, as this task remains equally divided between the Queen and the Drone bee in this relationship - unlike in any other respectable beehives in Manhattan, where most of the chores are done by the worker bees indeed ...)
As soon as the Queen bee entered the registration room she could smell the free flowing estrogen wax excreted by other Queens, who were buzzing with desperation to reproduce. The rest of the Drone bees were sitting loyally beside their Queens - seemingly willing and prepared to act on a half bu(zz).
"The queen is the only sexually productive female and thus is the mother of all drones, workers, and future queens."
Our Queen signed in, as previously instructed on a pink sheet and waited for her name to be called - while in disgust from the fact that she was forced to wait in such an overcrowded beehive. Then came the hummm and the couple flew into the back room, where another 6 worker bee nurses drained blood from the veins of their 6 piece prey. Our worker bee was Jennifer - an Asian honeybee with gentle touch and many private questions. She shamelessly inquired the Drone about the quality of his beeswax - necessary for reproduction. She also asked whether he had received the results of testing from the beeslab.
The Queen bee and the Drone bee became furious - this experience itself is out of their caste, let alone airing their dirty wax in front of other clans.
You see, Drones posses honey sack and the beeswax secreting gland which are important parts in the reproduction process.
Jennifer nursebee proceeded to show various sizes of injections, which are necessary in this artificial reproduction process. Mistake! While looking at various needle sizes the Queen was gasping for air (as one would expect a dignity would do) and firmly announced the reluctance to self-induce any kind of needle pain to herself! Her pouting lips turned away from the conversation as she was planning her escape route home, followed by strawberry cheesecake! The Drone was paying full attention to Jennifer, while the Queen was on the defensive getting ready to sting back any attempt of reversed stinging!
The worst, however was just around the corner! Bees sonogram! Queen bees are Queens for a reason! Queen bees give birth, make the hive a hive, and keep the Drones happy. They also have to endure pain and humiliation that no Drone in the world would be able to do!
"Drones are stingless, defenseless, and unable to feed themselves. Their function is to mate with new Queens"
Like what? Like taking a half meter stick and having it poked inside ... Most Drones imagine that two fingers up the middle of their royal two-cheeks on their back side is the worst procedure a BeesDoc could do!
NOPE!
This IS! Normally, our Queen bee is pretty accustomed to this process ... she know that no Queen bee can ever sit close enough on that funny looking chair and the DocBee will ALWAYS! call: "Closer, a bit clooooooser, ... aanddd a little bit closer" Until the ass of her Excellency is half dangling off the chair and her private parts are lookin' at the DocBees eyebrows ... This time around though, Queen bee was so nervous that she had forgotten to remove her Victoria's beeswax underwear and was subsequently embarrased by having to flutter her naked beesbutt in full display ...
BeesDoc's sonograsm lead to a fruitful ending: above the average production of potential little bees - specifically 12-13! Maybe we'll get a discount? ...
climates and to laboratory conditions, and have complex social life"
Nurse Betty asked the Queen bee and the Drone bee to report to the Mount Sinai hospital on the Upper East side the second day of her honey vomiting day. (I took the freedom to omit the important role of the worker bees, as this task remains equally divided between the Queen and the Drone bee in this relationship - unlike in any other respectable beehives in Manhattan, where most of the chores are done by the worker bees indeed ...)
As soon as the Queen bee entered the registration room she could smell the free flowing estrogen wax excreted by other Queens, who were buzzing with desperation to reproduce. The rest of the Drone bees were sitting loyally beside their Queens - seemingly willing and prepared to act on a half bu(zz).
"The queen is the only sexually productive female and thus is the mother of all drones, workers, and future queens."
Our Queen signed in, as previously instructed on a pink sheet and waited for her name to be called - while in disgust from the fact that she was forced to wait in such an overcrowded beehive. Then came the hummm and the couple flew into the back room, where another 6 worker bee nurses drained blood from the veins of their 6 piece prey. Our worker bee was Jennifer - an Asian honeybee with gentle touch and many private questions. She shamelessly inquired the Drone about the quality of his beeswax - necessary for reproduction. She also asked whether he had received the results of testing from the beeslab.
The Queen bee and the Drone bee became furious - this experience itself is out of their caste, let alone airing their dirty wax in front of other clans.
You see, Drones posses honey sack and the beeswax secreting gland which are important parts in the reproduction process.
Jennifer nursebee proceeded to show various sizes of injections, which are necessary in this artificial reproduction process. Mistake! While looking at various needle sizes the Queen was gasping for air (as one would expect a dignity would do) and firmly announced the reluctance to self-induce any kind of needle pain to herself! Her pouting lips turned away from the conversation as she was planning her escape route home, followed by strawberry cheesecake! The Drone was paying full attention to Jennifer, while the Queen was on the defensive getting ready to sting back any attempt of reversed stinging!
The worst, however was just around the corner! Bees sonogram! Queen bees are Queens for a reason! Queen bees give birth, make the hive a hive, and keep the Drones happy. They also have to endure pain and humiliation that no Drone in the world would be able to do!
"Drones are stingless, defenseless, and unable to feed themselves. Their function is to mate with new Queens"
Like what? Like taking a half meter stick and having it poked inside ... Most Drones imagine that two fingers up the middle of their royal two-cheeks on their back side is the worst procedure a BeesDoc could do!
NOPE!
This IS! Normally, our Queen bee is pretty accustomed to this process ... she know that no Queen bee can ever sit close enough on that funny looking chair and the DocBee will ALWAYS! call: "Closer, a bit clooooooser, ... aanddd a little bit closer" Until the ass of her Excellency is half dangling off the chair and her private parts are lookin' at the DocBees eyebrows ... This time around though, Queen bee was so nervous that she had forgotten to remove her Victoria's beeswax underwear and was subsequently embarrased by having to flutter her naked beesbutt in full display ...
BeesDoc's sonograsm lead to a fruitful ending: above the average production of potential little bees - specifically 12-13! Maybe we'll get a discount? ...
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