[LMB] (chat) Bees! or, Life Imitates Art. Again.

[Mark Allums]

I used to mow hay meadows, and the bumble bee nests were the bane of my 
existence.  I would bring along a thick coat to wear on such occasions 
that I disturbed a nest, and wished that it had a hood.  I would wear 
the coat in hundred degree heat.  The farm life is not for sissies.

--Mark Allums


Lois McMaster Bujold wrote:
> Or, "When I said I liked backyard wildlife, this was not what I had in 
> mind."
> 
>    So, I was out watering select baby trees in my backyard a while ago 
> due to the 98 degree heat today, when I stirred up something previously 
> unnoticed -- a nest of ground bees just downslope from my little blue 
> spruce.  They came swarming up in a cloud; after brief confusion, I 
> abandononed my yellow bucket and retreated, pursued uphill in a bee 
> dance by the defenders.  The kamakazis got me in at least 4 places, 
> twice on the left leg and once on each bare arm.  (No, I'm not 
> allergic.  Apparently.  So far.)
>    Those of you who have read the _Beguilement_ ARC may now go laugh 
> someplace else.  It's all quite useless for research at this stage anyway.
> 
>    I am now staring out my back window and brooding over how to retrieve 
> my bucket, abandoned still full to the excited, possibly thirsty swarm.  
> That little apple tree wants another dowsing, darn it.
> 
>    Ta, L.
>