Project 365/97

"Where, O death, is your victory?  Where, O death, is your sting?" ~ 1 Corinthians 15:55

Death met the sting today in my office window.

I'll walk into a burning building.  I'll put on a plastic suit and walk into a cloud of deadly chemicals.  I'll cut you out of your wrecked car on a busy highway.  I've held anthrax and plague bacteria in my hands.  But fat, buzzing, stinging insects raise the hair on my neck every time.  Maybe its due to a nasty run-in with a swarm of yellow jackets when I was a kid.  Who knows.

But this bee knows he won't bother me again.