A cautionary tale of meddling with beehives

Bees are very important insects in the world and there is no doubt about the fact that they are dangerous but still useful, imagine an insect's poo being useful for humans, isn't that amazing? Well, it is to me.

My encounter with Bee was not a pleasant one because I didn't wish to experience such again, in fact, I didn't pray for anyone to experience such because I thought I was going to die after being stung by Bee.

It happens that I was told that bee's poo is what we have as honey, so I was curious to see what it looks like before it was been refined to honey.

Meanwhile, my mom had told us that we would be going to the village to Grandma for holidays, I was happy to hear because that was the only place I could clear my curiosity about Bees and that was the only place I could find Bee life and direct since we can't see such in the city.

The holiday time came and my mom took us to the village, she noticed we were happy to go to the village but she didn't know what was making me and my siblings happy.

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Two days after we arrived at the village my mom went back to the city leaving me and my siblings with Grandma, we asked Grandma where we could see Bee, she told us it is dangerous to encounter Bee but we didn't listen.

One morning when she went to farmers meeting we took off to the bee's nest in search for their poo that is been transformed into honey, I remember telling my sister how I wanted to sell enough of the bee's poo if we could get some of it.

We got there and saw the bee's nest as described by Grandma and I was so bold enough to climb the tree with the hope of taking their best home.

Immediately I touched the bee's house on the tree they all rushed out, as if they were running away but they came back and then surrounded me, I fell from the tree and I didn't know how I got home because i had to run for my dear life.

I was fine until I got home, some hours later, all my body was itching me and my head had some bumps as if I had hit my head on the wall, my siblings only got scared and ran but I was the one who had the mind to touch the bee's nest and I paid for being stubborn.

My Grandma got home and met me shivering on the bed with my head covered with blanket, she removed the blanket and immediately she saw my head she knew i had gone to tampered with Bees.

She game me some herbs that relieve my pain and I slept off, the next day all the bumps had gone and ever since then, I knew I shouldn't have tampered with Bee Nest. The experience made me realize that no matter how important and useful something is, it could be dangerous at the same time.

I love honey, but I never wished to set my eyes on them again.

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