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Buzz… bumble… buzzzz

They make noise! As in “bumble.” They are not bumbling. When I was a kid in West Virginia I awoke and put on my jeans one morning. All the while I heard a buzzing in the room. I walked about and the sound followed me to the window and back. When I dropped my jeans a very large bumble bee flew out. I was happy enough that he did not sting me. And he was happy to be in the world again. I do so love a happy ending.


One response

  1. I’ve been getting stung on and off for a month . . . somehow the bees, not bumbles, more like yellow jackets keep getting into the condo. Nasty critters, they are. Good to see you.

    June 14, 2017 at 3:46 pm

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