Bees Sniff Out Land Mines

ByJohn Brown

The bee. We slather its delicious vomit on bread and muffins. We send colonies out to pollinate our crops. Now Colin Henderson and his University of Montana colleagues have partnered up with bees to “locate buried land mines” and do it more quickly and thorougly than any dog.

“We can survey in one day what takes more than a week with dogs,” he says, “and humans stand 300 yards away.”

Bees can find not only land mines, but also drugs and decomposing bodies. Oh, and they are smart enough to recognize a sugar daddy when they see one.

Here’s the full article. Read it. Enjoy. Things like this are part of the wonderfulness of life.

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