The Ladies and the Bees

There are more bees than flowers this summer. More bees than weeds. More bees than ever. So the bees are getting desperate.

"Goddamnit, I got stung!" A lady swore at a bee as I baked past True Value Hardware.

One day Arlene went out on her porch to wter her plants. When she bent over, a bee flew up her skirt and stung her.

Ancient Annie was stung five times in August by bees flying up her skirt.

"Were you wearing perfume?" I asked.

"Yes, I was," she replied.

There's nothing inherently wrong with perfume. It's meant to be in flowers. But anyone who wears perfume should expect to be treated like a flower.

There are more bees than flowers this summer. Arlene and Annie, watch where you wear your perfume.