It is not important what kind of a bee it was—likely a bumble bee—but what is important is what it almost did to me.
This morning, as is my habit, I was taking some photographs in the glorious morning light. There is a climbing jasmine vine on my backyard deck that attracts an assortment of bees and butterflies in this season. The fragrance is intoxicating and if I were as small as one of those bee, I would probably do exactly the same thing to those flowers that the bees do.
I strongly suspect this particular bee in the photograph which was in the midst of extracting some nectar sense me take a photograph or at the very least just being around and felt threatened. It almost charged me before going away.
For a moment I though I had interrupted its coitus making it furious. Mercifully, it did not sting me.
