The very few boys in the colony are called the Drones. Their sole purpose is to mate with the Queen. Males consequently are only welcomed into the colony from Spring to Summer. The rest of the time, females run the show.
As the sunny months fade, the fate of the drones are determined. If the male has been a lousy lover, he’ll be booted from the colony.
Inversely, if he’s the Lebron James of the bedroom, he’ll have his private parts—called the endophallus—cut post ejaculation, which the Queen keeps as sort of a freaky conquest trophy, a reminder of the domineering matriarch.
The lads also don’t have a stinger, because someone thought they weren’t disadvantaged enough. We can only hope it’s an enjoyable few moments. Poor Fellas.