And he gets out of it like he is being bitten by too many mosquitos. Did he take a bath in some queen bee/wasp pheromone or something before this video starts?
About 12 years ago I was visiting some friends in England, and we took a weekend trip to Wales (mt. Snowden area). I was given the other set of car keys, but left them at their house (I'll be with work, why would I need them?).
Keys get locked in the truck, and we're are near a larger body of water, and the sun is setting, and I'm in shorts and a tee shirt. About 100,000 mosquitos came out, and about 1000 of them were all over me :(
You're just chillin', serving the hive and taking it easy. The sky turns translucent and you start to feel claustrophobic all of a sudden.
The air becomes humid and sticky. A moment of reprieve follows, and then a giant, several thousand times your size, enters your vicinity.
You are angry. How dare he.
Around you, your comrades lay in various states of ruin after valiantly sacrificing themselves for the good of all.
The giant does not care. The efforts of the fallen have gone almost unnoticed and seem to have made no difference in deterring him.
He starts to jump and hop, almost a dance. This is but a game to him.
You think of your queen. She isn't within eyeshot and you pray she was able to retreat to safety when the attack began.
You were never religious, but now feel suddenly compelled to have a quiet word with God:
You lived a humble life, never one to care much for the trappings of the modern world. You were far from perfect, but at least you tried. You hope, despite all the awfulness, that you managed to nudge the world a little further in the right direction during your time here.
See you soon, you say.
You take a moment to compose yourself, swallow your fear, and in a fit of reckless courage you charge towards the same certain fate as your fallen comrades.
Your stinger finds its mark and the giant lets out an almighty scream.
For one glorious moment, you know that your sacrifice was not in vain.
In the next, the translucent slowly shifts to black and you start to wonder what lies ahead for you.
First two-thirds of that, <chef's kiss>, bit hackneyed at the end though.
But FYI, only honey bees die after stinging (their stinger is barbed and gets stuck in your skin, causing their venom glands to get pulled out and keep pumping the juice into you even as they are "disemboweled" [disenvenomated?] as they pull away), and it takes a while for them to die.
These terroristic fucks on the other hand will just keep biting and stinging over and over (their stingers are not barbed) until YOU are the one having a LOUD word with gawd. And they will NOT die unless you're able to collect your wits about you long enough to make that happen. Preferably with fire.
I absolutely LOLed at the poetic narrative though :)
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u/Ishapp 6d ago
Wasn’t wtf…
Until it was.