Buzz.
Buzz.
You freeze. Every nerve in your body tingling, anticipating the sting.
Buzz.
Buzz.
There. Your eyes lock on the twitching antennae and the long, yellow and black, segmented body. This creature is so different from your own physic, so strange and incomprehensible. Shivering with the nervous energy needed to hold this pose you consider what to do.
At least bees make honey.
Words echo from the past, “They clean up the uneaten fruit that falls from trees”.
The black and yellow bodies do look like the uniform of bin men.
But given the chance you still run away.