I remember once when my son was about fourteen or so, there was a bee flying around in the house, and I was hollering "A bee! A bee! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!" My son calmly starts telling me, "Actually it isn't a bee. It's actually a wasp. It's not a hornet, because they...."

By this time I was ready to flatten him AND the bee. "I don't need an entymology lesson," I hissed at him. "Just kill it!"

They're all bees to me.