Then the bee grins at you, knowing it has deceived you. “Oh me, I’m just a precious bumble bee coming to save the planet.” And then it flies over to your deck, spots a place where the paint has faded and proceeds to burrow into the wood, along with all of its family, because they have tricked you. They are not flower-loving bees. They are Carpenter Bees, and they hate you.
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Then the bee grins at you, knowing it has deceived you. “Oh me, I’m just a precious bumble bee coming to save the planet.” And then it flies over to your deck, spots a place where the paint has faded and proceeds to burrow into the wood, along with all of its family, because they have tricked you. They are not flower-loving bees. They are Carpenter Bees, and they hate you.