Remember when you were a little kid, and your parents told you not to get afraid around bees, because bees can sense fear?

There’s no way that’s real. It sounds like something bees made up to help them get laid at parties.

I’m picturing a bee, in a leisure suit with his shirt opened to expose his bee chest-hair, confidently striding up to a female bee. “Hey. Is this seat taken? What am I drinking? It’s a Jack and honey. Anyway, I just thought we should talk because we seem to be kindred spirits. I know I just met you, but I’m super, super intuitive. I can even sense fear. And right now…I can tell you’re a little afraid, but oddly intrigued by me. So what do you say we get out of here and go back to my honeycomb?”

It ends with her throwing her glass of honey directly in his face, only for him to stand there, use his stinger to wipe it off his eyes, and go, “What? What did I say?”