Sting didn't set out to be a chaotic flyer; it all started on a fateful Tuesday when he accidentally flew right through a cloud of extremely potent, locally sourced wildflower pollen mixed with accidental fairy dust.

While the rest of the hive was busy navigating straight lines using complex sun-angle calculations, Sting's eyes permanently un-synced. Now, he sees tomorrow on his left and yesterday on his right, leaving him completely incapable of flying in a straight path. He doesn't look for flowers anymore—flowers find him while he’s accidentally zooming sideways into open kitchen windows.

Despite having zero depth perception and zero concept of personal space, he remains the undisputed, perpetually surprised life of the hive.