Poor drones. You have to feel bad for them. They are bred by the worker bees for one purpose: mating. Some of you male readers may be thinking, sah-weet!, but I promise you, a drone's life isn't as glorious as you'd expect. First off, drones are incapable of taking care of themselves. They need worker bees to tend to them. Which of course, kind of sets them up for what must be a 24/7 hailstorm of nagging and complaining : "Why can't you sweep the floor? Or do the dishes? Or take care of the youngin's? All you want to do is lounge around, watch football, and generally be useless." Yikes! Second, when drones venture out on a mission to give their DNA to a vibrant, young, sassy virgin queen, it is almost definitely a suicide mission. Granted, the drones probably aren't aware of this macabre fact, seeing as they come from an unfertilized egg, but still, seems a high price to pay. Once a male has made his deposit, the queen tears out the probe...ouchy! Ev...