Posted: 13 August, 2015 in Daily Droppings, Uncategorized
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There’s a bee that hangs out around Belmont. Logically, I know it’s probably not the same one (I suppose it could be, I’m not very sure what the lifespan of any kind of bees might be, but surely it can’t be months, right?)

But every day I walk the same route. Sacramento to Belmont to Western (or it’s reverse) and along Belmont there’s an empty lot and each time I pass it there is what I’m am almost certain is the same bee (OK maybe I’m just racist) hanging out, weaving thought the links of the fence, dancing across the tops of the yellow flowering weeds that grow high as my head and each time I think he’s just gonna keep to his business, but no. soon as I pass the fence post, he comes zipping out of the empty lot and starts flying circles around me. Easy spirals around my face, my arms, my legs, daring me forward (I say he. Maybe it’s something I learned about bees in school. Maybe it’s my patriarchal worldview creepin in. the bee probably doesn’t care what pronouns I use. Too busy pollinating shit and puking up honey to question gender norms.).

To proceed is to walk through him. He slips behind me for only moments, barely allowing me a single step unabated. Then the fucker is back in my face.
—did I say you could keep walking?
—you hear me say green light?
—you ask mother may I?
—Aint no one on the other side chanting red rover!

Each day this confrontation, each day I chance his sting.

I suppose I could take another route. Even walk on the other side of the street, but it’s a fuckin bee, ya know? Can’t let a bee disrespect you like that or who knows what comes next.

I could carry one of my books in my hand and fight it out with him once and for all for dominion over six yards of sidewalk, but then I might have to go back there in the weeds and extinguish his whole family line, lest they seek revenge. And hive collapse is a very real problem.

Oh the dilemma.

I suppose we’ll see what comes of it tomorrow.


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