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The trailer I grew up in had a bumblebee nest in it. The front door…

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The trailer I grew up in had a bumblebee nest in it. The front door to their nest was right beside the front door to the house, but we never had problems; no bees in the house, no one getting stung or harassed. It's like there was a mutual understanding between us and the bees. They did their thing and we did ours and neither one bothered the other. It's funny because I've always been scared of bees - except the ones that lived with us. I've only been scared of other bees/etc., because only foreign bees were aggressive with me. I always felt they were out to get me, and still do. Maybe because I shared a territory with friendly bees, other bees somehow thought I belonged to that colony, and treated me like a bee from another colony. It's like they rubbed their bee scent on me, or I adopted their frequency or something.
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