Saturday morning. I kind of enjoy it when I’m up earlier than the others. Brew a pot of coffee, toast a couple (4) of slices of raisin bread and sit out on the back deck. There’s a gentle, warm breeze and the soothing sounds of other people working on their lawns.

I’m sitting here in my screened gazebo enjoying this little piece of heaven. One side of the gazebo is open, the screen is most useful in the evenings to keep out the moths and the mosquitoes. Enter stage left… one bumble bee the size of a small hummingbird. This thing was freakin’ HUGE! I stealthily slither toward the screen door where we have a fly swatter handy for such occasions. As I tip toe over toward the buzzing intruder he sees me. In an instant he is turned around and flying full throttle toward me. I swing the swatter and BAM! Home run! The little shagger is over at the other end of my deck, missing a leg and sporting a twisted wing and probably one hell of a headache. There he was bumbling about trying to recover and trying for all his might to sting whatever he came in contact with. Go ahead you little frigger… thrust your stinger all you want, you won’t be stinging nobody today. Squish!