Life was normal before we turned on each other. Bees and humans lived in perfect harmony until that day when everything we worked for went down the drain. They killed our queen and our king and many more but still we ruled. We grew until we were bigger than the humans.
We were winning but they still fought back. This time, not with arms and legs, but a spray. They called it “The Ultimate Weapon.” We shrivelled and folded up.
But not me. That’s why I am alive to tell this story. Even though we have repopulated, humans and bees will never be the same.