“And now, release the giant hornets!”

Without the temptation to go anywhere, I don’t. I walk to the lake or the horse farms or I time travel back to Europe. I read more David Mitchell books knowing I’ll never be the writer he is but not letting that stop me. I sit under the cherry tree listening to the bees, thinking about the invasive giant hornets that just arrived here last week. It’s always something, some locust or beetle or “killer bees.” And that’s what I thought when I first heard about Coronavirus, a lot to get worried about if you’re inclined to worry about these things. These are happy bees, blue collar. They work from dawn to dusk, then go back to their little abodes and sleep a bee’s sleep, remembering all the pollen they gathered, harvesting happy blooms. In my dreams, my dead step-dad showed me how to restring a guitar. I thought about him in the day, so he came back to me at night. We are all taking melatonin now to sleep through the night, but it brings strange dreams. It’s worth it. I wake in a thick web like I’m stuck to my bed and can’t get up. But when I break through I’m refreshed, at the lake with the anglers who gather in the morning gloom and talk in low tones, illuminating bait with their phones. In my dreams I use a flamethrower on the giant hornets or saw-saber mandibles of my own, whacking their heads off with ninja lobster claws. Saving all the happy bees. Buoyed upwards by this buzzing sound…then carried far, far away.



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  1. Hornets! I read about those monsters. Hope someone finds a riddance formula pdq …
    Maybe I should try melatonin … I’m surely not sleeping well … waking “stuck to the bed” recalling dreams appeals … though so does being up alone in the wee hours writing or jigsawing or photoshopping …

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  2. I tried melatonin for a few weeks once. I couldn’t get my head on straight the next day until 10AM. Maybe I took too much?

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    • Yeah I only take 2 or 3 mg gummies…I’ve made the mistake of accidentally taking more and it walloped me. Love the deep REM though.

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  3. The newspaper this morning was discussing countryfolk in Japan, eating the giant killer hornets — as grubs, adults grilled on skewers, or drowned in booze, to give it a kick. I am such an unimaginative cook. I put a microscopic pinch of cinnamon in my chili last light, and felt like a wild man. I guess the hornets would make it authentic Texas-style.
    I love your idea of the happy blue collar bees, sound sleepers, cushioned by all that lovely pollen, while you’re hacking your way through the ninja Electric Dreams workout and mortal combat.

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    • That’s something I never would have thought of! Deep fried or grilled, wow! I guess I feel the same about grasshoppers, I just don’t get eating insects. Especially with the long legs. This has to be one of my favorite comments (of many) you’ve left over the years, Cool Ranch style. Thanks for keeping it real Robert. Enjoy the day!

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  4. Melatonin doesn’t help me sleep, just makes me groggy. But I got this thingamajig for my bedside table that has a “dream” setting, where it pumps out sound waves at frequencies that mimic the brain waves of the dream state. Or something. Whatever it does, it works. Non-stop, vivid dreaming, all night long. It’s nutso.

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  5. The sting is apparently brutal:

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    • I’m morbidly fascinated by what they call “slaughter season.” (When they decapitate other bees, in the fall.) that’s ripe for fiction. Sad it’s not (fiction)…

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  6. I hope melatonin can help me avoid nightmares about murder hornets. Maybe insomnia is better these days. 😳

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  7. Dreamworld, with images. Nice.

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  8. I read about those hornets about a month ago, and wouldn’t you know there was a huge buzzing beast in my old shed a few days later. I ran in the house for the fly swatter, although a tennis racket would have been more in keeping with his size, but it was gone when I got back. A few days later he was back and I hit him with a stream of brake clean and knocked him out the sky. Turned out to be a bald faced hornet, which was scary enough. Anything bigger, like the murder hornet, and I’m calling 911.

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  9. Maybe all the biblical plagues they wrote about was just some guy really worried about something he read in the… daily… scroll?

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    • Another “Bill-a-looza” as you once said to me, all these posts. Thanks for the omelette of notifications this morning, always love that of course. Heard about the hornets up your way, I wonder? Your comment here is quite good. The daily scroll. Ha!

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  10. A terrific piece weaving together the emotions and senses felt and ushering into a compelling end, my friend Bill 🙂

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    • My friend Vishal! Always so nice to hear from you from across the world! Thanks for reading and happy you enjoyed this. May you and I never see one of these creatures ourselves…

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