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I spent a little while yesterday getting over my fear of having bees on my bare skin. I found a drone walking around on the ground near the hive, and after checking a book to make sure these guys are stingerless, picked him up and carried him around for a while.
Sure enough, no matter how much I poked or prodded him, all he could do about it was stare at me with those crazy eyes.
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He must have been at the end of his life or extremely lazy, because he never tried to fly away. Maybe he knew it was lousy weather for it.