Philippe: The cat likes sunspots, and I'm an opportunist.. it's a good combination
Anna: Today the girls and I went to the museum for a most excellent presentation (Dragons and Cryptozoology by Loren Coleman). As we were crossing the grounds back to the car, I stopped under a blooming linden tree to see what sort of incests I might be able to photograph. The tree was planted in a large raised bed surrounded by a low concrete wall. Low enough that, even with my knees, I could step onto it without much assistance. As I was climbing onto the wall to get a closer look at the linden tree, I noticed a bumble bee placidly walking along. I promptly got back down and tried getting some photos of the bee as it kept ambling towards me.
It was moving a bit too fast for me to get good photos, but I noticed another rather lethargic bumble bee in a flowering bush. So I tucked in behind a bench, with my knees braced on the concrete and my butt braced on the bench, maneuvering to get a good angle of this second bee. The girls promptly started telling me that the first bee had turned around and was heading back towards me, and that I might want to move.
I acknowledged them kept clicking away.
Next, they were telling me it was heading for my knee.
Sure thing, I said, still clicking away.
Then they were telling me it was *on* my knee and climbing.
Okay, so now I finally move. The bee was heading up at a good clip and was soon climbing my shirt. My elder daughter tried to persuade it to head downwards again, or even fly off, but no such luck. In trying to move it (without me getting stung, though there didn't seem to be much danger of that), the bee ended up on my camera strap.
Off went the camera, and we spent the next while trying to convince the bee that the flowering bush was a really nice place to go. Still no luck.
At which point I figured, what the heck. Since it was there anyways, I started taking pictures.
I liked this one the best.
We did eventually get the bee off the strap. It never did try to fly.