
The bees have been very odd around the hot tub, lately. Every time I get in or out during the day (which, I’m pleased to say, is quite often), there are always six or seven of them hovering around, eager to land on the edge and dip their little probiscuses (probisci?) into the condensation around the edge. It’s dry for a while, but it’s Seattle, after all, so not that dry. They always liked to drink from the edge of the tub, but I don’t remember them being quite so excited as they are about it now. Well, I won’t get too worried until I see them start to sport little gold chains and talk about swinging.