it was thinking: “where’s the nectar? that big yellow flower looks good.”
i was thinking: “the poverty in europe was brought on by… shoo!”
it was thinking: “oh, i see how it is. this flower fights back. but i’m getting that nectar, dammit.”
i was thinking: “go away, pesky fly. you’re not getting my s’mores pop tarts. wait, that’s not a fly. it’s a bee!!!! don’t panic, they are only agressive if you are wearing bright colors. shit, i had to wear this yellow shirt, didn’t i?”
it was thinking: “it’s on like donkey kong.”
i swatted at it and made contact several times. it clearly got agitated and came at me faster. i was afraid i might get stung and now i’m surprised i didn’t. so i grabbed my anthropology book and started waving it like i was fanning a flame. i must have looked like a fruitcake. eventually, i knocked it down to the ground, where i stepped on its head to make sure it wouldn’t get up again.
i had to show it that i was the dominant species. however, if there had been a swarm of bees attacking me, i probably would have ran around screaming like a little girl.