Walter Flavius McCaleb, Happy: The life of a bee (1917)
“ I cried, for I did not till then know I had a life—at least I had never thought of it.“You can sting once, but unless you escape with your stinger, which is rare, your life is sacrificed.”I seemed to know this and answered him nothing.“Is it not a strange fatality,” he continued, “that we should be given stingers with which to defend ourselves and our homes, and yet, when we make use of them, we lose our lives! Still, we are always ready to strike, with no thought of death.” ”
