Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatchagonnado

Uncle Bubbie escorted Sweet Pea out for evening with friends to celebrate the birthday of a friend. The group sat dining in a restaurant and bounced light repartee across the table. The birthday "girl" is recently single and of course among the topics of discussion was the topic of single men. Bubbie sat quietly, vainly trying to distract himself as the women chatted about the types of men and who would be best for whom. Several men tried to interject and Bubbie scoffed to himself of their foolishness as they were immediately cut down by the women.

One of the first suggestions that is always served up for a volley is a bad boy. Women like bad boys. They think that they're sexy and that's where Uncle Bubba draws the line at deciphering the female mind. However, on many occasions he has been a witness to the mystical attraction of women to the bad boy, after all it takes one to know one. But as Sweet Pea says, courtin' a bad boy is the best thing goin' until you have to live with 'em for a while. In Bubbie's view it takes one hell of a women to hang in there with a bad boy for the long run. Bad boys, bad boy, whacha-gonna-do-widum?

Bumpin' Bees

Every once in a while something so small and seemingly mundane happens and if we didn't take a moment to stop and look we'd miss it like a star falling in the night. This was Uncle Bubba's experience just the other day. He was washing the car in the driveway and unwittingly perceived the buzzing of bumble bees behind him. It was not an unusual sound to hear, he was used to it where he lives, but the buzzing was somewhat magnified and his country boy mind got the idea that there was more than one a-buzzin' 'round his head. Looking back over his shoulder he saw three big ol' fat bumble bees hovering around a white blossom on a wild pepper tree, just about head high.

3 bumble bees - 1 flying lower center,
1 right edge, 1 on the flower

One bee, appearing larger than the other two landed on the blossom and proceeded to go to work searching for it's nectar. The other two buzzed around urgently, occasionally tussling with each other mid flight. Now, Bubbie's been around watching wildlife long enough to know that there was something going on here of the reproductive nature. Yessir, he figured there were two boy bees lookin' to bump uglies with that big ol' girl perched up on that flower. His gentlemanly sensibilities caused him to pause and consider whether or not he wanted to get to knowing about what was going on in any further detail, but in all his years he didn't reckon he'd ever seen such a bumble bee thing so he pulled out his cellphone camera and coyly snapped a couple pictures. He wasn't sure that bees even mated in such a manner but it sure looked like that's what was going down! With a little research later on he discovered that booty bumpin' bumble bees was most likely what he had witnessed.

Bubbie was a little red-faced telling me about it as if he'd witnessed something in a back alley behind a beer garden; almost ashamed that he had photographed it. But in Bubbie's view, it is such a rare and natural thing that he felt obliged to share it. Ain't love grand?