Good timing department: I came in from picking raspberries and my daughter said, “Oh! You have a bee on your back. It’s a happy bee, but maybe you should go outside.”

Just as I was stepping out onto the porch, up came our mailman and I said, “Maybe you can help me. I’m told I have a bee on my back.” So he waved in its general direction and away it went, perhaps even back to the berries to continue its work.