Who Bestowed These Skills Upon the Bees?
By Wu Ming
In my childhood, as my father liked raising bees, I always saw him, wearing a mask, tending bees carefully beside the hive in front of our house. While my sisters and I didn’t dare come near to them, for once we got stung by them, the skin would soon become red and swollen, stung and itched. One morning, when I was on my way to school, a bee was buzzing about my head, and it frightened me into running. However, the faster I ran, the more closely it followed me, which looked like it was running a race with me. At last, I lost the race. Not only was my eyelid stung, but I had a bad fall, which made me burning with anger and hatred. Therefore, I was heartily disgusted with bees and really disliked my father keeping them.
