Bee Key

Bees are apparently stuck in scientific limbo, a stone age, a primitive condition like when, in the old days, Pope what’s his name always had to be named Peter. Imagine what that must have been like? Everyone, even procto-Protestants, Heathens of every stripe, Jews, Mohammedans, everyone, could easily remember the Pope’s name. Because the Pope’s name was always, Peter.

Hey dumbass! What’s the Pope’s name?

Huh-huh. I happen to easily know the dern Pope’s name. It’s Peter. Huh-huh.

Yet these days the names of the bees just like the names of the popes are unknown to many. Even a huge intellect and Druid Ovate like Crumby only knows a few of the bee names. Plus Crumby can never remember who’s Pope. That’s why the popes all need to be named Peter.

Yeah dude. I know that sucker. That’s Pope Peter the 165th, the current Rock. Rock on!

Crumby is trying to figure out how the heck an average amateur Hymenopterite can figure out the name of this or that bee. Apparently, the only recourse for naming the vast majority of bees is, send specimens to a museum, or personally take your specimens to a museum, or have the museum with its bee specimens come to your house, or my Goddess, what? Mercy! There are no specific level keys to the bees, especially in igmo strongholds like Tejas. None.

No, no, no! Crumby does not want to murder all the little bees and turn them into into specimens stuck on pins. Those bees are soooooo cute. Plus, making specimens is lots of hard work considering it is also murder. Yet someone has to murder the little bees if we are ever to give those bees names.

Good Goddess! I need help, My Lovely Goddess of the Most Ample Bosoms Ever. How can your faithful yet unadorned Druid learn about the nameless bees without pinning them up. Mercy! Pinning is worse than crucifixion. How, how, how?

Well. Here is a new verified bee genus for the CB. It is Coelioxys, a cleptoparasite of Megachile. Mercy!