the encyclopaedia britannica says there are more books written about bees than any other species other than humans. people have been writing about bees for a long time. i love bees, don't get me wrong. i love the sound of the swarm. i love the smell of the hive when it is opened on a warm day. i love the perverse pleasure, after you have been stung enough the vitamin doesn't affect you -- the venom doesn't affect you. i also felt that my inches of other things, were more important than the quotidian beekeeping stuff that was going on. as i talked to histories of chemical warfare, the politics andilitary drones, ap elements of the story kept distracting me. , b andabout liberalism bees became part of those stories. everyone has something to say about the. there,what is going on it stuck with me and resonated with me. bees have a strong history of being used to delineate and define the very definition of what it means to be human. but then something happened that pushed me even harder. my be started dying. honestly, i tried everything. oil, andeppermint might be cap dying away never done