Mrs Rocker promoted from Queen Bee to Lioness

He Says...

The other day I was near the bottom of our property checking on our bees. Neither Mrs Rocker nor I eat honey, but I quite fancied the novelty of keeping bees and getting our very own fantastic wild-flower honey that we are then obliged to give away to mates. Not surprisingly, I think our mates really enjoy the fact that we keep bees more than we do actually. It wasn't long after procuring our bees and beehives that I started to draw parallels between the queen bees and Mrs Rocker and we both quite bought into the idea of my adoration and the analogy of Mrs Rocker being something akin to my Queen Bee (but I'm not fawning or servile in the least in case you were wondering!).  Though I'm a scientist, I'm not a biologist so I know very little about the life and times and zoological intracacies of bees. But Mrs Rocker and I playfully acknowledge that my reference to her being a Queen Bee is something vaguely to do with girls occupying their rightful place in the world that was cruelly usurped by carefully calculating religious zealots for their own benefit. I just know that Queen Bees have a lot of very obedient man-bees being very nice to them, as they rightly deserve.

So there I was, beautiful sunny morning, bees buzzing here and there, making yummy honey just for our friends, when suddenly some reality bee-politics plays itself out before my eyes. Two bees emerge from the hive in some kind of struggle. One is clearly much bigger than the other. They fall to the ground next to my feet and the struggle ensues for about 20seconds. Eventually the smaller of the two bees breaks free and flies back into the hive leaving the larger bee motionless, clearly very dead on the ground. What had been happening evidently was that the smaller bee was stinging the larger bee to death and having duly accomplished its task, went back to its work.

The next time I saw our bee-keeper, I asked him about what had happened down there and he cheerfully informed me that the larger bee was a drone, and that once the drones have served their purpose in life which I guess is running errands and stuff for Queen Bee, they consume too much energy and are generally dragged out of the hive and killed, and this was most likely what I witnessed. Standing there listening to this reveleation from our bee-keeper I started to think about Mrs Rocker's Queen Bee status. The sky darkened a bit. In the distance a dog started to bark. I resolved to speak to her about reconsidering that wholly inappropriate Queen Bee mantle lest I summarily be dragged out of the house and whacked in similar fashion for moving through the refridgerator on occasion like a plague of locusts.

We've resolved that perhaps Lioness is a better mantle for Mrs Rocker to assume. They have an awesome sex life and genuinely seem to enjoy it. And indeed, why wouldn't they?