My brother Brent is a funny, funny man. He has always kept me laughing with his antics and funny impressions, etc. Brent and I have a lot of character traits in common- but he is like the better version of me. Funnier, smarter, more artistic, all of it. I'm ok with that! He is so fun to be around.
One particular trait about Brent is that he is absolutely, completely, afraid of bees. He has this whole shtick about bees that will kill you with laughter, it's so funny. He's not really a fan of any insect or bug, but bees are probably the worst offender.
I, also, was not a fan of bees for most of my life, except in the abstract. I know they make flowers and fruits and vegetables and lots of factors in life possible. For some reason they just seem a bit scary to me, and lots of other people, too- those little tiny stingers can cause a lot of pain. FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES.
That's the crazy thing. I am so afraid of being stung by a bee- but I know the pain lasts for a very small amount of time. Still, I will curse bees' name and fear them and freak out when one lands on me, as if I'm about to die. It's a thing. The struggle is real.
One day I was invited out to a house in Virginia where a mother and her daughter keep bees. It was promised to be a fun and educational afternoon, and yes I was terrified. But an "in denial" type of terrified. I took the assignment because I like to face my fears. Or, in other words, I like to torture myself.
I hate to give spoilers, but I survived the photography assignment. AND, I loved bees so much by the time I left, that I wanted to be a beekeeper myself someday. Turns out bees are super important and the world only revolves because of them. JK. But not really.
Here's an interesting article for your reading pleasure.