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Their dark silhouettes numbed the soft part of his brain, like a bee stinging and numbing a caterpillar, then laying eggs on the surface of its body. The bee larvae use the paralyzed caterpillar as a convenient source of food and devour it as soon as they’re born.
Haruki Murakami • 1Q84: Book 3 (2Q84 2)
When approaching the hive, walk up from the back. Approaching from the front, through the bees’ landing zone, breaks the flight pattern of the bees, making them aggressive. Removing the Covers
John London • Beekeeping: The Ultimate Beginner's Guide on Colony Building and Maintenance!
A bee, a wasp, a bumblebee, is flying round on the ceiling above, next to the stovepipe, a perfect miracle of nature in winter. All others of its race, breed, convictions and species are dead, dead already or not yet born; this is the ice age and the lonely bumblebee must survive, it does not know how it came about and why it had to be him.
Alfred Döblin • Berlin Alexanderplatz

For example, bees can definitely remember people. They will attack people who have annoyed them in the past, and allow people who have left them in peace to venture much closer. Professor Randolf Menzel at the Free University of Berlin has discovered other amazing things. Young bees leaving the hive for the first time use the sun as a kind of compa
... See morePeter Wohlleben • The Inner Life of Animals: Love, Grief, and Compassion—Surprising Observations of a Hidden World
You become responsible forever for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose…”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry • The Little Prince
black truffles have minds of their own and tend to grow where they want to rather than where they’re supposed to. All one can do is help to create the right conditions, keep the fingers firmly crossed, and wait for five, ten, or fifteen years.
Peter Mayle • Encore Provence: New Adventures in the South of France (Vintage Departures)
The Harivansa says, “An abode without birds is like a meat without seasoning.” Such was not my abode, for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one, but having caged myself near them.
Henry David Thoreau • Walden (AmazonClassics Edition)
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush, The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour. I always felt like crying. It wasn’t fair That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.