A few weeks ago I was invited to help out with a honey harvest; we gathered about 30 gallons from 5 hives. I fell in love with the whole process: the humming sound of the bees, their percussive thumping as they dive-bombed my suit, the smell of the smoke used to calm them, the heft of the honey-filled combs. As I raised their sequestered sweetness back into the light and dumped it into 5 gallon buckets, I felt the collective intelligence of the hive perceive me. It was very, very cool to interact so intimately

with a non-human intelligence. My profile pic announces my thievery, invites engagement from the swarm of the internet.