As a young girl

i Liked to collect bugs and insects and watch them as they did there own little things.

One summer Day i was playing outside

Laying in the long green grass in my backyard listening to the heat bugs in the trees.

as i was sitting i saw a bumble bee but it wasn't flying . soo i looked up a little closer

to realize it was making strange movements.

it had a face like a human and had fingers on its hand .I was so amazed, so i picked the bee up and quickly ran to go show my sister

togethor we came up with the name asia bee.

we built it a little home inside a red wagon and put a flower in the wagon because well we thought that would be enough food.

We couldn't hear what the bee was trying to tell us as its lips moved and its eyebrows raised. Was it saying thank you for this home you built me ? At least thats what we had thought.

until later that night

I woke up to a faint scream , i went to go check on the bee. I peaked into the red wagon

everything was a mess the flower torn apart, the bee had an angry face, it fixed its wing somehow and was flying around the wagon. I heard it saying

"fuck fuck fuck " . I Didn't understand what that meant . I whispered "is everything ok ?"

The bee quickly flew around and to the little crack and motioned me to come a little forward , so i did and to my surprise it said " You better get me the fuck outta here little kid, Do you hear me!!"

i said " No!! Your Mine! I found you." The bee laughed .

I Got up dissapointed that the bee was upset i mean i built it a home gave it some food eat what else does it want. I stormed back to my bed and went to sleep .

The next morning i awoke . I told my sister what the bee had said . My mother overheard the conversation and was disappointed that i new some swear words .She asked me where the bee was, i pointed to the red wagon.

She turns over looks at me and says "this is why we don't collect bugs, capture insects or wild animals !! They belong outdoors in their natural habitat.The Bee is dead !! "

"What!!" i scream as tears run down my face. I run over to the wagon their was a rope around the bees neck hanging off from inside the wagon. It was a sad day . And i was grounded for swearing . She said i had an over active imagination and that the bee had no human face or hands and that it didn't hang itself . That it died because it wasnt supposed to be kept in the wagon.

I dug it a grave and buried it .

and thats the story of Asia Bee !