The house next door had finally sold.  Gertie insisted they go over to meet the new neighbors.  She brought a casserole.
"I/we appreciate the gesture," their neighbor said through a translation device.  About twenty bees bumbled around on the translator.
"I feel so silly," said Gertie.  "If I'd have known, I would have brought a bouquet."
"Ow!"  Frank slapped at something on his arm, then went pale.  "Oh, God.  I... I wasn't thinking."
"She was overzealous," said the hive.  "Over one thousand die each day.  Do not fear.  However, I/we would appreciate it if you avoided pesticides on your garden."
DP FICTION #129A: “When Eve Chose Us” by Tia Tashiro
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3 comments:
Whoa! Cool!
The title alone makes it. Pure awesome.
Bees are a recurrent motif for me. Little bastards are friggin' weird. And possibly quantum.
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