Amnesiac The Beast The Bee Meeting The Detective The Dream Gulliver Spider The Swarm Stings Widow
This is entirely speculation, but there is a lot of coincidences. This is info mostly gathered from the unfiction forums. Credit goes to whoever found the information, I merely put the information together on this page. --UserZedix 06:49, 6 Aug 2004 (PDT)
Possible connection to ILBFrom WikipediaSylviaPlath :
... her father, Otto, a college professor and noted authority on the subject of bees ...
From Googling Otto Plath (Sylvia's father) :
Otto Plath's career flourished. He published the book 'Bumblebees and Their Ways' not long after Sylvia's birth.
From http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/ : (Attempted suicide on August 24th)
On August 24, 1953 Sylvia waited until she was alone in the house, then broke into the family lockbox to steal the sleeping pills that had been locked away. After leaving a note that she had gone for a long walk, she entered a crawl space under the porch through the cellar and swallowed about forty of the pills.
Speculation* Might it be possible that Dana had a lot of Sylvia Plath poetry lying around on her hard drive and the entity is using it for her purpose?
Quotes from the poems related to ILBFrom Stings:
It is almost over. I am in control. Here is my honey-machine, It will work without thinking, Opening, in spring, like an industrious virgin
They thought death was worth it, but I Have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, With her lion-red body, her wings of glass?
Now she is flying More terrible than she ever was, red Scar in the sky, red comet Over the engine that killed her-- The mausoleum, the wax house.
From The Arrival of the Bee Box:
I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me? Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free. The box is only temporary.
From The Widow:
Widow. The bitter spider sits And sits in the center of her loveless spokes. Death is the dress she wears, her hat and collar. The moth-face of her husband, moonwhite and ill, Circles her like a prey she'd love to kill