Maybe we should see different Insects
One time I was in France, way in the North, a finger of France sticking into the ass of Belgium. I was lying in green grass under a blue sky, listening to the nearby sounds of my friends rising and falling on a trampoline, and idly encouraging a kitten to leap onto an elderly chihuahua, when I felt something itchy, tickley inside my shirt.
I scratched, absently, and a bee who had become lost, trapped inside the confines of my garb stung me. Right on the nipple. I'd never been stung by a bee before - it hurts, sure, but it's really not so bad. Badly stubbed toes hurt more. I felt really bad for that bee, though. I'd killed the poor mite, killed her with my nipple, and that's not a dignified end. I'm pretty sure she never meant to get inside my shirt - no pervert bee, looking for a cheap peek. Just an unfortunate, out doing her job, doing all she knew, and ended in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'm sorry bee. I didn't mean it.
I wish we could have met under better circumstances.
But anyways, yeah. Bees do a whole load of pollenising and keep the food chains and eco systems ticking, and if they all vanished, like some folk think they have been, we'd have troubles. Or so I have read in some places, and opinions as always vary. It's late. I don't know anymore.
Have you ever killed a bee and regretted it? Let it out here, guy. Confession is good for the souls.