Irma winds are blowing, so I secured a fern on the back porch, and acquired a bumble bee on my sleeve. Discovered it as I stood next to my heroic husband, who didn't run from me as I began screaming at the top of my lungs, while holding my arm out, staring at said bumble bee. He flicked it off, we studied it, and he declared it was hungry. By the time I returned with honey to rectify the problem, the bee had flown.
This is why world peace will never happen.
Repped by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.