QOD: Stamp out the sad life of some inferior species--indulge your dark urges before they overwhelm you.

I had to. She was after the kid. Cute kid, too: heart-shaped face, snaggle-fence of new teeth, sprinkle of angel kisses across her nose. If anything, you should blame the manufacturer of the kickboard. Why would they deliberately throw bright red and yellow into the design of the thing? Plenty of flowers all around the pool, but I can see how any bee would be tricked into thinking she’d found the mother lode just glimpsing that kickboard. So she’s zooming around the kid’s head and the kid’s screaming, swallowing water, choking… I had to kill that poor worker bee. You understand how it is—kids come first. Always.