What’s All This Buzz?

bumble bee

By Jim Hagarty

Where is my friendly bumble bee spotter when I need him?

Last summer I was walking across my front lawn when a 30 something man pulled over in an old car, rolled down his old window and asked me if I had seen any bumble bees. I prepared to hand over my wallet and plead for my life. But he was serious. He was a bumble bee spotter. After a 10-minute conversation with him, I was ready to forfeit my wallet and my life.

Today in my travels I have seen two gigantic bumble bees. Where’s Mr. Bee Man now, I wondered.

Then I wondered how much bee spotting pays.

If it’s lucrative, I’d be happy to get buzzy.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.