I spent a little while yesterday getting over my fear of having bees on my bare skin. I found a drone walking around on the ground near the hive, and after checking a book to make sure these guys are stingerless, picked him up and carried him around for a while.
Sure enough, no matter how much I poked or prodded him, all he could do about it was stare at me with those crazy eyes.
He must have been at the end of his life or extremely lazy, because he never tried to fly away. Maybe he knew it was lousy weather for it.
