Rudyard Kipling,
The Mother Hive
“ That was your mother's pet comb once," whispered Melissa to the Princess. "Many's the good egg I've watched her lay there.""Aren't you confusing pod hoc with propter hoc?" said the Bee Master. "Wax-moth only succeed when weak bees let them in." A third frame crackled and rose into the light. "All this is full of laying workers' brood. That never happens till the stock's weakened. Phew!"He beat it on his knee like a tambourine, and it also crumbled to pieces.The little swarm shivered as they watched the dwarf drone-grubs squirm feebly on the grass. ”
