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30 April 2007 @ 12:04 am
The friendly bumbe bee, conclusion  

Originally uploaded by where_the_light_enters.
Greg saw how slowly the bee was moving in his palm and suggested giving him something sweet to restore his energy. I bit into a grape and offered it to the little buzzer. It took some cajoling and grape maneuvering, but we finally succeeded in getting him to take notice of the treat, which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

While we were trying to get the bee interested in the grape, Greg held him in his palm once again. Some time had passed now and the bee hadn't stung him. My courage was growing but I still watched suspiciously. "Look," I said, "he's moving his back end up and down." He's getting ready to sting, I thought, but then Greg told me that that's the way bumble bees, and many other insects for that matter, breathe, through pores in their abdomen.

OK, I was getting bolder, feeling ready. I put my hand out and let the bee crawl on my palm. I was SO freaked out by this, so fearful and fixated on a possible sting, that I could only bear the touch of the little feet scuttling across the surface of my skin by stomping my feet and up down and making funny, drama queen noises. I was able to endure this for about 5-7 seconds before palming the bee off and back to Greg who just shook his head and said, "You're funny."

This is one of the things I love the very most about my husband. His world is large in places where I have allowed mine to shrink. It may sound strange, but my world is larger for having allowed a little bee to crawl around for a bit in my palm. And he didn't even sting me.

Note: Greg took all the pictures.
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paisleychick on May 1st, 2007 02:32 am (UTC)
Kragen got me to have a grasshopper on my finger. It sort of clung to me with it's claw-y feet. A very weird feeling.