My poor little buddy is afraid of bees. As in, PETRIFIED of them. He will stop whatever he’s doing, stand there, hardly breathe and try hard not to hyperventilate. I’m not sure why, but it makes me sad for him. That kind of fear is no fun, especially when there’s no distinct cause of the fear. He’s never even been stung that we remember.
Thanks to a dear friend, he’s now a little less afraid of them. We had the awesome opportunity to visit my “other dad’s” local hives (his daughters and I have been friends for decades). It was so neat to learn what all can happen in a hive, but I really think the kids were most excited about the “special hats.” Little stinkers!
So now, after having a bee land on Blondie and being able to taste “bee glue” and fresh honeycomb, and laughing at Mom “licking her paw like a big ol’ bear,” Toolman is slightly less afraid of bees. He has asked to go back to watch them another time. YAY! Other parents can appreciate how big of an accomplishment that is!