The Honeycomb Hotel

I found myself going in circles. It started when I entered the white honeycomb layers of the bee hive next to my house. I was invited through the secret passage that required a special hand-flap-wing-tap passcode. The problem with this honeycomb hotel is that there were so many layers upon layers of paths made with overlapping circles. I kept wandering until I got dizzy, and then finally I decided to take the blue expressway that was reserved for small black widow bees only.