This Week, on “The Bees”

In this episode, Colin and Dave gather pollen, Jennifer rebuffs Peter’s clumsy advances, Greg and Michael gather pollen, Sarah’s wig receives some harsh criticism, and Victor, Ian, Nancy, Bryce, Nicholas, Danny, Shaun, Ed, Liz, David, Dianne, Pete, John, Paul, George, Ringo, Margaret, and Tony gather pollen.

Sender-innered by Natx.

Kitty was Having a Serious Identity Crisis

Heeeeey, Brother Hermit Crab! Sorry I’ve been so absent; Auntie Squirrel was teaching me how to store nuts for winter.

He’s an adorable beaver, Marisa C. Photo by Mr. Beans.

HELLO, CLEVELAND!

Whooo-hoooo! It’s great to be back in the Enormodome, rock-and-rollers! Now, I just have one question for you: Are! You! Ready! to POLLINAAAAAAAAATE?!

I just don’t have the heart to tell him we’re in Akron, Josh N.

Surprisingly, He Likes Listening to Manilow

Michael W. believes that this flamboyant guy may be a tussock moth caterpillar. This may be, but what’s certain is he’s most likely related to Howard Jones.

Also a little old-school Sting, Johnny Rotton, and Bowie, Michael W.

Palm Reader Lloyd States the Obvious

This palm is scalier than my back, and if you ever want to find a life partner, I foresee you spending a fortune on moisturizer. And speaking of fortunes, this one cost you $100.

He once belonged to the Great Carnac, MissyPantOne.

Carl & Agnes Go to Couples Therapy

I’m at the end of my stick, doc. I keep trying to explain to her that this is just how I’m built, ya know? But my wife is still accusing me of havin’ a wandering eye!

Keep an eye on that one, Andrea J.

What You Don’t Hear on Those Discovery Channel Mini-Series

Had I sat on the edge of your plate and stared while you devoured your bourgeois cheeseburger, I suspect my prying eyes would’ve been met with copious amounts of table salt! Yet here you perch, narrating my every bite. You sir, are the despicable slime!

Do Banana Slugs wear banana hammocks, Brinke? See more slugtastic action here.

I have a Big Problem

Now I’ve never been one to fear much of anything, but if I’m a 500-pound, 33-foot anaconda, then HOW FREAKING BIG IS THIS LADY????

Does your home come with a bean stalk, Alana M.? Photo by Trish H.

Meet My New Lady

“Oooh, well look at you! You’re fancier than an M&M!”

“My name’s Bud – will you be my best friend?”

“You’re the prettiest mole I’ve ever had, bestie.”

Mai P., this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Photo credit by www.maibri.com.

Every. Single. Time.

Did they love her? Sure. But Sally’s inexplicable need to hog the camera in every picture made for some pretty monotonous photo albums.

Giving snake eyes a whole new meaning, Shelley T.