When he woke up Curly was extremely cold, much colder than he had ever been before. Alone and on the edge of being able to move he was afraid. But he could feel the rising sun warming the wall of the hive and slowly he found he could move a little bit, then more asContinue reading “The Three Bees Chapter 8 – And then the cold came”
She’s leaving home for the wild.
When hornets come calling.
“It tastes like crap this wax. And just because they told me I have to eat my way out, doesn’t mean I have to.” An oversized drone honey bee spat out some half chewed wax, smearing it against the wall of his cell as he did so. He paused a moment, peering through the tinyContinue reading “The Three Bees – Chapter 1: Burly, Curly & Twirly”