When I was a child, I became worried about bees every summer. In Yorktown, Virginia, my home town, we had bees called wasps and yellowjackets. Both gave terrible stings, but wasps were the worst. One morning when the sun was shining brightly, my mother put her hand in the mailbox and was stung by a wasp that had become trapped inside. Her entire hand swelled up and she complained about the pain. The sight of that hand was enough to terrify me. Sometimes the bees would build a hive near the house, and my father or brother would knock it down. I liked to play outside, and I often saw bees crawling in the grass. At least when it was raining, the bees were sheltering themselves somewhere. At the end of the summer, when they began to die, their flight was strange, and they were even more dangerous!
Answer the questions:
1. It can be inferred from the passage that:
A. The author is cautious around bees.
B. The author no longer worries about bees.
C. The author has never been stung by a bee.
D. The author has researched bees and their activities.
E. Bees used to bother the author, but do not anymore.
2. The author would most likely agree with which of the following statements?
A. Bees are not actually dangerous--only if you think about them too much.
B. Bees should be eliminated with pesticides.
C. Bees can cause considerable pain, and people interact with bees in interesting ways.
D. It is unwise to put one's hand in a mailbox.
E. In Virginia, there are very unique bees.