Uh oh, he describes his site as 'wacky'. Never a good sign.

Thanks for linking to this. George Rabe reminds me of broccoli rabe, which I have in my refrigerator right now, and intend to eat for lunch, sauteed with lots of olive oil and garlic.

I wouldn't want to eat him, regardless of how much olive oil and garlic he was sauteed with.

How about bees? How do you feel about eating bees?

That was a mistake.

Why, killdevil, why?!

Always close your mouth when sky-diving.

You ate a bee while skydiving? That's even wackier than George Rabe's homepage. Did it buzz all the way down your throat?

Alas, I kid. I have, however, received many times my US RDA of protein by eating bees, wasps and other flying things while riding my road bike.

Getting stung by a wasp inside your mouth is not enjoyable -- this has happened to me more than once.

DID YOU SAY BEES?

No discussion of bee-eating is complete without a link to eat.bees.net.

I got stung on the lip by a yellowjacket who hid in my Mountain Dew can while I watched a women's soccer match at college.

It was mortifying. My upper lip swelled up and curled until I looked like a duck, and nobody who saw me could resist a laugh. Even my buddy Pete's girlfriend's mother, on campus for the weekend, laughed when she saw me. I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed despite myself. Mortifying.

I went to my dorm room and hid for hours. I skipped dinner and sat on the back corner of my bed until my girlfriend came in. I hid my lip with my hands, and she smiled, and said it wasn't all that bad, let me see it. I resisted, and it became a little sympathetic game of her crawling up the bed and tugging at my hands, pleading to see my face. I finally relented.

She laughed her ass off.

Avoid the dread sock full of bees.