Ray Figures Stuff Out at Work

There I was at work. Praise the Goddess, we all got off yesterday for Codger Day, but today was back to the old grind, the old rat race, the old treadmill, the old 9 to 5, the old class privilege, where the bosses exploit the miserable, downtrodden, sweaty proles. Mercy!

There I was at work. I was barely under a tree, barely taking advantage of the scant shade cast by that forlorn Taxodium. The heat was bad, but the stupidity was worse. Good Goddess! Send me a distraction.

The blessed WG answered my forlorn yet miserable cry almost immediately. Ray! Check out those bees. Those bees are going crazy.

Whoa! Sho nuff. A great many bees that nest in holes in the ground near my preferred work area were going nuts. I watched them for hours.

Mercy! How long did it take Ray to figure out what was happening? Easy that, several hours. That’s because Ray had to work and watch the bees, simultaneously.

OK. For whatever reason these digger bees decided the time was right to stage a major event. Like actually, the male digger bees decided it was time to gang rape the females. Trouble is, the females are bigger than the males. Plus, the females can sting.

Near as I can figure out, the females are going about their business of providing pollen to the underground babies while the males are fixing to waylay the hard-working females. Opportunities arise when the females land near the hole and are fixing to go in. That’s when the males jump them. But more often than not, the female gets away leaving behind a boiling ball of homos. Goodness!

Here is a female entering a hole, totally unmolested. The green stuff is a fungicide spray. The female is identifiable due to all the pollen on her leg hairs. Shave those legs, baby!