A Bee C

Spring always brings nature into focus. The smell of lilacs, the rustling of leaves in a breeze, the color of green and BUGS! My kidlings seem to be fascinated and terrified at the same time. Walking around as many as they can and then, turning back to slowly circle an insect. Nathan was on the scream porch yesterday playing when I heard him yell, "A bee, a bee, a bee!" I dropped whatever I was doing and hunted for a flyswatter. I looked in the junk drawer and found one. The bug murdering part was torn in half so as I ran to Nathan I could hear my instrument of death flapping in the wind. I grabbed my son and moved him to safety only to beckon him back to SHOW me the bee. He pointed. I stood there squinting and then saw what I thought to be a fly, but on further inspection it looked to be a fly's pet. We are talkin tiny here, people. Oh, this mama bear went in for the kill to save her son. Have no fear. As I walked away a very grateful Nathan said, "Swank you, Momma for getting de bee."