The Bees and the Wasp

As I've been walking I have come upon some bee hives. Most of the bees let me be. They do not bug me. They pretty much ignore me, but sometimes I get bored and stir the bees a little. I choose some and cause them to recognize me. Of course they sting me, they usually leave a stinger and die, and then the poison spreads through my body for a time. I then pluck out the stinger and the poison slowly but surely dies. I have become accustomed to this. I am used to it. Used to the short time period that it lasts. I am even used to the poison that spreads but always dies. Then I came across something different. Something that has never been. I came across a wasp. Stronger faster and more deadly then any five bees. It stung me once. I was used to this. It didn't shock me how the poison felt as it traveled through my system, but then I got stung, again, by the same creature. The poison didn't stop. It started to spread through my whole system. This wasp stuck with me, stinging again and again, relentless. The pain began to become a constant, something that I had to deal with at all times. To my surprise I began to need the poison. To need that insistent wasp. I became reliant on it, the poison supplied by that wasp. The poison ceased to be poison and became a life line. It had spread and now is part of me. I have become consumed.