For the past two days I’ve been watching a bumblebee flying back and forth above a pair of blooming bushes in a small alcove between our bedroom and living room. She never lands. Around and around she flies like a bouncer partolling the perimeter of her responsibility. When I stand close to the blossoms, she flies to within a foot or so of my face and gives me a careful once over before dashing off to check on some other potential threat.
The bush is covered with insects and spiders. Lots of other bumblebees come and go, land for a while on this blossom or that; butterflies and skippers are well represented as are wasps and various bees and smaller winged creatures. Yet the bumblebee never rests.
What do you think? Can insects have mental issues? Is this one serving a purpose for her sister bumblebees? Is she a tourist? A drone? I can’t decide.
Thanks to Chris Craig and Gale Clithero for another fun outting of Bryon Biggers Band last week at the Brentwood Library in Springfield, Missouri. And to branch manager Kim Flores, thank you for posting videos of two of our pieces. There were a lot of kids there with their parents and they really got into the spirit of the music. Byron Biggers is the name of one of the poems in our program. It’s about an unfortunate man who scratched himself to death in a lonely Ozark chigger patch. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.