I found myself missing my little friends today so I figured I would share the story of them with you. You see, I have pet bumblebees. I should clarify that they do not live with me, nor do they require anything of me. I suppose I share them with all of nature.
I first discovered my flying pals three springs ago. I had just moved into my 3rd floor apartment when I noticed there was quite a commotion occuring daily outside my sliding glass doors. So I opened them wide and discovered with amazement and growing amusement that the airspace above my deck was the playground of bumblebees. They chased each other is fast and dizzying circles all day long just outside my screen door. Every single sunny day for six weeks I had an endless source of entertainment. Far better than daytime TV, much more reliable than humans I christened my friends “Ed, Fred and Ted” (as there was always three of them). Then sadly after about six weeks or so my pets moved on to other play areas. However they return the same time every year - late April and hang with me until mid June.
I’d swear these bees know me. Nothing quite finer than sitting on my deck with a book on a warm spring day with my bees playing an endless game of tag all around me. Occasionally one would hover a few inches from my face for a short period and then spin and zoom away with breakneck bee speed…almost as if to say “hey! oops gotta go!” I’ve never been stung but I have had a bee or two bounce off my head and arms during playtime. They don’t seem to mind me and I certainly enjoy their company.
So this afternoon I was reading indoors, far too hot in Tennessee this time of year you know, and I just happened to notice the lack of buzzzzz. Sure they have moved on months ago, but I thought of them today and I miss those wacky insects. I hope they are having a damn fine summer.
April is simply too far away.