Thursday, July 20, 2006

My Love Hate Relationship with Insects


Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
James Russell Lowell

Chers Amis,
Flying insects and I have a troubled past based largely on irrational fear and poor eyesight. Books, I have always loved. They don't move. They don't sting. However, as a child the mere whisper of buzzing would send me hurtling in the opposite, and often hazardous, direction. There is a tale repeatedly told around our holiday table of how while fleeing a solitary yellow jacket, I collided full force - face first - into an enormous pine tree, much to the amusement of those present. God, having a sublime sense of humor, graced me with a daughter who adores creatures of every stripe and risk level. Caddie is like a zephyr or a rainbow - impossible to catch and bind within the walls of any building. She has a special affection for insects which, like a kitten, she brings me to admire and identify. This has been the source of my salvation for it requires a book! Suddenly the beast is tamed and I have come to enjoy identifying all the flora and fauna that surround mon moulin. Even those that sting! P.S. This is a Giant Resin Bee (Megachile scupturalis) that we found nesting on our deck. Only the females sting - if you contain them in your hand. A good bee.


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