Here's a trick to giving the birds-and-bees talk: You gotta do it in a car, so they can't escape. That's what all my girlfriends' parents did.
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The bees learn where they live by landmarks. If they're moved within their home range, they get confused.
I've never turned into a bee - I've never been chased by a mummy or met a ghost. But many of the ideas in my books are suggested by real life.
When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there.
When I first came to New York, I would scream like a girl and run to the other side of the street if there was a pigeon. Now I can face off with a pigeon.
What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bee and he told me about the butcher and my wife.
Ah, my dad's whistle. On holidays when I was a kid, we would all be off in the rock pools along the beach. When it came time to go, we'd hear the whistle and we'd all come running. Like dogs!
The beet must be uprooted.
It'll certainly give the pigeons something to do.
My mother was known as the 'bird lady' of the neighborhood. Anything injured, or any unusual creature somebody found, they would always come to our doorstep.
It's wonderful to me that bees have this simple, age-old thing going on.