The other day, as I was walking through Borough Market, I found some of my favourite Portuguese Custard Tarts. Now if you want to read about my tart obsession, read my earlier post, this post is about something else entirely. This post is about bees. Yes, bees.
There were three bees hanging out on the tarts. When I pointed this out to the stall holder, he calmly picked each of the bees up by the wings and threw them away. He had ninja like accuracy, and the bravery of a tiger.
He picked up the bees and threw them away. Consider my mind blown.
And yes, I ate two.