Because I reacted with intense itching and swelling to stings when I was a child, I have an uneasy relationship with bees. I find them to be very interesting insects. According to all reports and my observations, they are industrious little things, always winging to and from their hives, delving into blossoms to search for a little more pollen. When they return home to their hives, they turn that dusty pollen into creamy honey.
Although I have stopped eating sugar (white or brown) in my diet, I occasionally indulge in consuming a little honey. I am thankful that bees make honey.
As long as they buzz loudly around the flowers in my garden so I can hear them and avoid their stingers, honeybees will continue to be my friends. If one of their less wise members decides to sting me, all negotiations will cease. Then there will be war.