While sorting out stuff from the loft at lunchtime, I found a huge dead bee in a box of 2000AD progs from 1988.

It had a wickedly curved sting, I'm glad it was dead.

I threw it outside.

I tolerate masonry bees on my property because they can't sting humans and are solitary, so you needn't fear that hundreds of them will suddenly attack you.

The woman in the video is speaking Portuguese with a strong Brazilian accent.

Ergo: those are bona fide...

KILLER BEES!!

There are two huge big bees in my garden.

I like a nice bee or two.

There was a big bee at work near the pampas grass at my parents' house when I left there on Friday.

A huge bee flew into my storage container yesterday, just after I'd picked myself off the floor after the accident. Luckily it flew straight out again, I didn't need that to deal with as well.

Bees in Manchester, yesterday...

I love bees. I enjoy watching them work, I find it calming to watch their fat fuzzy little bodies busying away. They leave you alone if you leave them alone. You can work quietly alongside them in perfect safety once they've established you're a friend.

I've been stung by wasps a couple of times in my life. Never yet by a bee. I actively encourage them by trying to always have at least one thing in bloom at any given moment for them to enjoy. They're always welcome here. Beautiful and useful.