Of choices. - But you only get one. Do you.

To humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life. Humans! I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have had back outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be.