fuku beez >BC
So.
In increasing amounts. Bees and other wasplike beings love me. Apparently love me anyway.
They follow me. Land on me. Chill for a bit on my head or my jacket or my pants. Fly into my drinks and the drinks of people around me. Let me hold them while they dry themselves from said drink. Follow me. Inspect me. Follow me.
No stinging though.
But they even follow me in my goddamn sleep.
I'm not freaking kidding I had some weird-assed dream about this giant wasp crawling on me and he was TALKING to me and was apparently a priest and gave me "THE BLESSING OF THE WASP" and the day after that dream there were like fifty of the little bastards were like "HEY BRO, SUP"
In other news I have remembered HOW FREAKING MUCH I love Stargate SG-1 and Richard Dean Anderson AND THE WONDERFUL FACES AND DEADPAN SHIT HE DOES AND HIS ONE-LINERS THAT ARE SO CRUSHINGLY WITTY.
So yeah, bunch of Richard Dean Anderson as Jack Oneill icons happened. I am sorry if I abuse them.