On a warm summer day, I was standing inside the open shop door, directly over a knothole in a floor plank. That I was wearing shorts suddenly became significant when a big bumblebee “floated” in the door and stopped about six inches from my bare leg — hovering. I froze, as I had been taught to do when confronted by a potentially dangerous wild thing. As I watched the bee, Mom appeared at the door, took in the scene, and yelled, “Bobby! Jump! Get out of there! You’re in his way!”
I jumped! I think I may have broken the record for standing broad jump from a motionless position, because I landed way outside the shop door, where Mom grabbed my hand, and we ran as fast as we could for the house. To our relief, the bee stayed behind.
When we caught our breath, Mom explained that bumblebees couldn’t see very well, so they fly in familiar routes they have established, and I was blocking his way into the knothole, which Daddy thought was the entrance to the bee’s nest. The danger was that if the bee became confused, or decided I was a threat to the nest, he might attack. Bumblebees, unlike honeybees, can sting many times, so it is best to “leave the bumblebee be.”
The bumblebee is not that bright,
His wings are much too small for flight.
Because he doesn’t know he can’t,
He flies all day from flower to plant.
Dare to dream what you’d like to do.
You can make your dreams come true.
Just like the bee; go ahead, believe.
Believe your dream, and you’ll achieve.