A small world for a small bug, this gentle bug caught my eye while surveying my bed of cone flowers. This morning before leaving out of town, I sacrifised myself and waded through the purple cone flowers and black eyed susans. This bed of flowers was over run with bumble bees the size of softballs. Well, maybe not softballs. They were big, they moved columns of air when buzzing about. One landed on a cedar fence, I swear I heard the cedar crack from the bumble bees weight. Crikey, I'm outa' here.
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