| Burned to death by honeybees.
Everybody goes, "wtf?"
Well, I was watching National Geographic the other day and a program about the battles of the insect world came on. In one of the scenes, a wasp scout had discovered a hive of honeybees and sent the message back to the wasp hive. The Japanese wasps attacked an European-imported hive of honeybees, who were absolutely helpless (Pearl Harbor, anybody?). The wasps needed flesh to feed their little larvae, so they were coming down hard on the poor little European suckers, who, because they aren't native to the area, had no natural defenses against the wrath of the wasps. The honeybees got owned and the wasps flew home carrying hundreds of little honeybee carcasses.
But then the next time, those honeybees that survived got smarter. When the next wasp scout flew around for the daily reconnaissance check, the little worker bees knew they have to kill the scout if they wanted to keep their hive safe, so they drew deeper into the hive, teasing the scout to poke its head in. The greedy wasp does just that, hoping to catch a few easy prey before returning back to it's own hive. When the wasp is far enough in, the honeybees swarmed all over the wasp, pinning it to the ground and eventually envelopping it in a ball of honeybees. The honeybees didnt have stings, so they all began waddling their butts until heat began to generate from the mass of vibrating bee-bottoms. The temperature rose so high that the wasp scout, with a maximum temperature tolerance of 120 degrees Celsius, began to burn from the inside out. After a few minutes, the bees disband and leave fried empty exoskeleton of the scout simmering on the ground.
I must admit, I'm pretty great at telling stories.
-David |
