As I was doing research for this column (‘research’ being
defined here as farting around on the Internet looking for something to write
about), I came across probably the most disturbingly awesome video footage I
have seen since Crispin Glover was on Letterman. Or even since Joaquin Phoenix was
on Letterman.
A man in the jungle – inexplicably wearing black dress
slacks and a nice belt - with a tucked in white tank-top undershirt (commonly
referred to as a ‘wife beater,’ but I don’t want to make any judgements on this
gentleman), was standing far too close to a tree swarming with bees. I would normally
define far too close to a swarm of bees as ‘within thirty miles,’ or ‘in the
same state,’ but this guy was standing in a cloud of bees right next to the
tree.
So here’s this guy in a swarm of bees with nothing but his Lionel
Richie mustache as face protection and he is proceeding to grab handfuls of
bees off the tree with his bare hands and stuff them down the front of his
T-shirt.
What!?
He keeps on grabbing handfuls and stuffing them down the
front of his shirt until he has a classic wife beater beer belly. Only this beer
belly is not made from endless empty calories, polish sausages, and bitter
regrets – it’s made from live bees!
What am I watching here!?
The video has no sound, so I’m left to make my own
conclusions. All I can think is that this guy is dirt-poor and has no other
means of transporting bees back to his village where they are desperately
needed to pollenate the one carrot plant his family owns, and to make honey for
dirt sandwiches. He has been forced to build up a crazy immunity to bee stings
over the years due to his dirt-poor-iness. How many stings did it take to...
Wait. What is he doing now?
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. He got his T-shirt stuffed
full (OF LIVE BEES!!!) and then he just proceeds to untuck it, pull it up, and
let all the bees fly away.
What the actual hell is going on here? He was doing that for
fun!? He’s not a wretched dirt-poor carrot farmer? And where is this? Probably Brazil
or Myanmar or some other jungle country that has the perfect combination of
tropical-looking trees with huge swarms of bees attached to them and crazy
people.
Now, for all I know, he might be a Brazilian Intel executive
on his lunch break, just messing around. He might be the Johnny Knoxville of
Myanmar, and this was a soundless clip from Myanmar Jackass III.
For good measure, after they all fly off his belly, he grabs
a clump of them off the tree and kisses them, letting them hang off of his mustache,
which is clearly not a great facial protection device against bees, since one
of them is crawling up his nose and another is crawling on his eye right now.
Who is this guy!?!
I have no idea where he’s from, but we need to find this man
and import him to the United States immediately.
I have heard that our bee population is somehow in trouble,
and that if it keeps declining, eventually all life as we know it will stop
functioning as a result of no food being able to grow anywhere. That could
eventually lead to the malnourishment of our IT professionals, which in turn
could affect the quality and strength of our WiFi signals, which would be very,
very bad. We might even lose the ability to send tweets completely.
This is serious, people, and I’m thinking this guy can help.
He’s a natural for bee transportation and relocation, and if their habitat is
in trouble, I’m guessing enough bees could actually live on this guy to pollenate every single crop in one of our lesser-size
states.
If he’s got any friends who can also do the bee shirt
stuffing trick, we’re in business. When we find them and get them on a plane,
we can even have them pre-stuff their wife beaters, then throw on a suit
jacket. Fast track them some TSA-Pre clearances and, Boom! More bees for
America.
Get on tracking this guy down, USDA. Make yourselves useful!
Worst case scenario, he ends up as a popular carnival attraction, touring the
regional honey festivals.
That probably pays more than Intel Brazil does. That’s a win-win.
See you soon,
-Smidge
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