The hive was complete that winter, and it seemed that the queen and her mating machines were still the biggest insects in the world, and
the drones were ready to mate. Twas the queen also who was "bug-style" horny, and was in heat faster than a bunson burner. *one
mating season and impregnation later* The queen was ready to lay the larva, and coat each comb with the sweet nectary goodness. The
queen, unsuspecting of what she's doing as her normal routine of life, didn't realize the virus was in every part of her body, her
bloodstream, and even her sweet honey. As each larva started eating their way, small bites at a time, the virus in the honey sped up their
growth and metamorphosis, and in minutes of birth, full grown drones and worker bees. Eating the rest of their way through made them
grow even bigger, and their wings exploding out of their bodies in massive proportions, and stingers so large, they would easily shame
the stingray that killed Steve Irwin. Each one exploded out of their tiny imprisonments, the queen (if we humans can read insect
emotions) was shocked at the size of her "babies". What happened next?