A friend once told me, “it’s impossible to understand and hate someone.”
I laughed at the time. It was a bold and, to some extent, generous claim considering that the most evil people to ever walk the Earth usually have a sympathetic sob story at the root of their remorseless tendencies. As a result, I wholeheartedly disagreed with her assertion. She rolled her eyes, unwilling to argue with me. We quickly moved on from the topic after, reminiscing about ex-friends over flat soda early into the morning.
Strangely, it wasn’t an encounter with an impatient driver or a despotic professor that struck the memory back into my skull. It was a honey bee.
