I woke one day to find a bumblebee in my living room, as these photos will attest. Now, this wasn’t the kickass, “here to save the day, lazer cannons for hands transforming giant robot” that goes by the name Bumblebee. This was the “I will ruin your picnic and straight f@ck you up” kind of bumblebee. This dude meant business.
Luckily, we were able to reach an “inter-species Camp David Accord style compromise.” I let him have full run of my AstroTurf fitted balcony, and he doesn’t sting me in the face.
-D.A.
