Remember when you'd just know strange things about your neighbors without social media. The old man next door kept bees, and for years I thought his constant hum was a bad hearing aid. Turned out he'd talk to the hives every morning, full conversations about the weather and his late wife. Found out because my cat got stung and he brought over a jar of honey as an apology. That whole summer I wrote stories about a beekeeper who could understand what the flowers were saying. Nothing online gave me that, just a weird old guy and a grumpy cat.