Big, fat bumble bees are starting to appear outside. Perhaps spring has finally arrived in The Great White North. (One can only hope.) I'd like to think we've seen the last of the snow.
Our kids had tons of fun chasing bees this past weekend. It was a riot to watch the boys run after an unsuspecting bee, only to turn around and run away from said bee (shrieking wildly) in fear of its stinger. It was a sort of love / hate relationship.
Best of all, the kids refused to call the insects bumble bees. For whatever reason, our three eldest Inklings insisted the bees were called huckle bugs.
Huckle bugs? I think I like the sound of that.