40 - 12 - Bee Sight

Okay, gross. I was blind, my human eyes gone.

Then: Pop! Pop! Popopopopop!

Vision. Thousands of teeny lenses showing me thousands of pieces of the world. All combining to make one huge-faceted mosaic or gridlike picture.

The bee couldn't distinguish color as well as a human. That red birdhouse I'd spotted before morphing - not red to the bee.

But boy, could I see movement! Forms were not as clear or obvious as was the fluttering of flowers on their stems or the flitting of a butterfly from leaf to leaf.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Three more eyes, small, shot out above my compound eyes. They couldn't really distinguish anything, not movement or form. But the eyes did seem to detect light.