
'D' was outside taking pictures of his flower garden; and snapped this shot of a bee feeding on one of his flowers.
I like the color of the bee. Black and yellow. But he (or she) looks a little mean. I have chased a bee or two around the house, but nothing like this one. I don't know if it's a Bumble Bee or a Carpenter Bee.
It's a stinging bee - that's all I know. I will be sure to stay away from it's hind end if I ever come across one. Hmmmm, but I wonder if it could sting me through my pretty, white fur. I know my pretty pink nose, ears, and paws would be targets for sure.
'D' says that the bees will not harm you if you do not bother them. 'D' is outside, dead-heading flowers, weeding, etc with these bees flying all about him - and he doesn't get sting.
But I'm a cat. I like to play with things. Crawling things, flying things, .... just things in general. It's in my nature. So ... yeah I would get stung in the paw for sure. I'm thankful that this particular bee is outside; and not inside. Because, there we be no way I will sit still for a moment if this bee was inside the house. I would chase it, jump for it, swat at it - and then I would get into trouble (meaning stung). Even the word sounds painful.
Time for a kitty poem.
'The Bee' By Keldan
Pretty yellow and black thing buzzing about.
Making it's circles in the air.
And there goes 'D' running and yelling,
thinking it's in his hair.
I smile my smile and grin my grin
watching this comedy of man.
'D' trips on the rake and falls to the ground
and lands on his aching can.
The End
The lesson: The bee always wins!