A Bee

Today was Aviah's birthday, and we went to science central and then had a picnic at Franke Park. There were quite a few bees that would constantly buzzing around our table. I don't mind bees and was fine to leave them alone. The bees began to get on the nerves of Aviah and Smith, and to be honest Andie was terrified so I was trying to catch a bee in my empty water bottle. Rach managed to get a bee and I asked for the bottle. Once I had it I commenced to shake it violently till the bee was deceased.

I was overcome with a great sense of remorse. It was honestly very hard for me for about 10 minutes, wondering why I didn't stop myself and wishing I could take it back. Jaret mentioned that we must have been raised by the same parents because we have the same strong sense of guilt. The more I thought about it I realized that when I swat a fly, or even if I had smacked a bee against the table I would have been fine with it. Something about the violent shaking made it worse. I guess I pictured myself dying trapped in a bottle and shaken until the impact had killed me. I'm sorry bee, I still regret my decision.