I have a slightly over-active fear of stinging things. I’ve tried not to pass this on to my children. Maybe I’ve been too successful.
Last year my daughter befriended a bee. I was shocked to see her loving expression as the bee crawled all over her hand!
Ironically, I was the only person in our family to get stung last year. I was innocently trimming my rose bush, when a rabid sweat bee started harassing me. I made a swatting flailing dash to the backyard and that nasty little bee buzzed around my head the entire way, finally landing his stinger just below my neck.
Yesterday, Dani was delighted to show me her latest friend. A wasp had fallen into the kid’s water table. She saved him from his impending death! He didn’t seem to have a stinger, but still made me nervous.
When Dani said, “Look Mom, I can even pet him.” the photo shoot was over. I headed inside with a warning to, “LET THE HORNET GO.” She told me he quickly flew away and hopes he’ll visit again soon.