Enormous “bees” bounce off the glass of our front door.  Dozens of them.  Unlike moths, which flit annoying around light, or June bugs, which bump clumsily against the glass, these look threatening, like mutant yellow-jackets.   They are so big they make a wasp look like a mosquito.  They scare me. Yes.  They scare me.  Me, beekeeper wife, who takes a cocktail down to the bee-yard Continue reading