Tragic News from Chittering

A notorious car club (in fact a gang), toured through the Chittering Valley yesterday, roaring up hills and along the windy roads, disturbing the serenity and polluting the air with their turbocharged hoon-mobiles.

It has been confirmed that the bee below is now dead, her remains stuck to the front radiator of a Lancer Evo. The pollen that she was carrying back to the hive never made it, and the young beelings went hungry last night.

Her last days were idyllic. She lived a joyous but brief life.

Interesting note: chittering means chattering, as in "It's so cold, my teeth are chittering"