Bitter Honey

I held a closed beehive in my left
hand. My mom would never
let me hold things as a child, but
that never deterred me from taking
manual initiative. But of course, as
only she would expect, I dropped
the beehive and unleashed the
thousands of stingers unto the world.
While I wish pain were communal, this
isn't Soviet Russia. Every bee that
escaped the hive bit me in the ass.