Bee Creative Writing

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Being afraid of bees, wasps, yellow jackets, and all sorts of creepy crawly creatures is natural for everyone including myself. And facing my fears and stepping out of the box is not something I typically want to do, so when my father told me one day that he wanted me to become a bee keeper with him, I knew I was going so far out of my comfort zone that I was frightened I would be scarred for life. Two years ago, later June my dad and I scoured the web to find people who were selling their bees at a reasonable price since we were rookies, first timers who hadn’t a single clue of what it was like to own a bunch of stinging bugs. Finally a Mann Lake website that we had found was what my father and I were digging for! I scrolled through anxiously …show more content…

And it was the smell of honey, you could actually smell the gooey, sticky liquid from inside creamy white boxes, which I realized were not as scary after all. As my dad briskly walked over to the man who was in charge to pay him his money owed, I wandered a different direction and surprisingly my feet almost by themselves, as if they had a mind of their own, walked me all the way to the bees that I was to take home with me. I knelt down beside them and saw a small Italian bee crawling on the outside it’s box. The body of the bee was mesmerizing, it had two beautiful, delicate, wings that laid flat at rest on it’s back. Under those clear colored wings I could see black and yellow stripped fur on the bees body covering the whole bug. Some people find it hard to believe, but at that moment I didn’t feel afraid, I didn’t want to run away or trap myself inside our van because doing something as crazy as bee keeping was outside of my comfort zone. No, I faced my fears that day and once my father was done talking to the slim man in charge I threw both of my hands under that 3lb bee box and I hoisted it up into the trunk of our van. At that point forward I was interested in learning about bees and their populations, production, and honey producing. I can gladly say that my dad pushed me out of my comfort zone, but initially I was the one who made myself face what I was afraid of. And as of today I am a proud beekeeper of two years and I have two hives and soon to be more in the near

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