Okay, the title is corny. But I could not come up with a catchy title and that was the first thing that popped in my head. This time of the year with all that is going on I am surprised that anything popped in my overloaded brain!!
As you may have surmised Every Inchie's word is "bee". While I don't care for the little beasts I do recognize their usefulness. I have had some nasty experiences with things that sting - wasps, hornets and the like. Once my brother and I were mowing our grandparents' yard. He was in the front and I was doing the back. We were separated by a hedge so we couldn't see each other. I finished and still heard his mower running, so I stepped around to see how much longer he had. There sat the mower - still running - and he was no where to be seen. So being the potentially bossy big sister, I went over and grabbed the mower to "take over and do his job correctly". I took hold and started to move when I was surrounded by a swarm of bees or wasps or something stingy! He had mowed over an underground nest greatly disturbing the occupants and then took off running. I had no idea and quickly gave the bees another target! Not a pleasant experience! My stings had stings!!!
Oh well, here is my bee and he is so sweet he would not sting a soul!