Quarantine update :
Third migraine of the month, bedridden. Meanwhile, Madelyn is six hours into her Bee Studies, locked in the other room. Sometimes between intense eye pain I hear the excited murmurs of her revering the size of their eyes. 'so big. Wow, such big eyes.'

"So basically they form clubs then die. They lounge around and look pretty, and then they die."
I know nothing about bees, what is this???

"they don't have stingers, and they're ugly. They're worthless and they're ugly."

Brutal