So yes, I've been outdoors, leaving my shoes in the mudroom --Norma Law, cannot be rescinded-- and reentered our house shoeless but undefeeted-- which reminds me this post was intended to be about bees, or something with lots of "e's" in it. Recent Normaphoto above is of a pumpkin flower and a bee who says, "Hmm." They say that a lot. He heads into this giant blossom in hopes of big rewards. Then something topples and he says, "Oops!"....
...and activates his antennae. Standard distress call is received and prioritized. Reply:"On my way. What is the nature of your emergency?"
"I'm trapped under a toppled stigma."
"Oooh that sounds serious."
"Could be a style, stamen or sizable ovary."
" I'm in the nectary at the floral axis and need a hand getting out."
"Oh that hooky thing on your foreleg, the one you use to groom your antennas."
"Ewww no! that's your tongue!"
"Sorry, they're all about the same length. I'm sure many creatures have trouble telling them apart."
"That's what they all say...Hey I think we got some leverage here!
"YES!I feel the barriers shifting! I'm Free! How'd we do that?"
"I dunno. Bees don't have a lot of memory."
"'Cause Shut Up. That's why!"
"Dang, I do believe we're evolving."
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