I lunge for my glasses (scared, of course, that it was some sort of spider on some homicidal mission to take control of my home in a baby-step effort to one day take over the world) and slipping them on stared, puzzled, at one of the largest bumble bees I've seen crawling over the carpet in my basement.
Unhappy bumble bee waiting to be released... |
I love bees dearly, bumble bees and squash bees in particular, so I grabbed a notebook and a tupperware container, lifted the lady up, and took her on outside to greet the day. She wasn't entirely happy with this turn of events, but happily flew off to visit some flowers in the garden.
So, it might be a sign; I picked Bumble* as my trail name for a reason, but I nevertheless proceeded to carve a cute bumble bee series that I hope to plant soon...
Runway clear; ready for take off. |
*Actually, it was BumbleAlong until recently. But that was only because AtlasQuest wouldn't let me register Bumble as my trail name at the time, apparently because it was too close to some existing name. On a whim, I tried to change it and it let me. So there you go.