For my first 42 years of life, I was clinically depressed. One week, I had been particularly low, so my husband said we should go to the beach. He hoped it would lift my spirits.
My door window was open, so I could breathe in the the Pacific air, and as we drov e toward a place to park, what I thought was leaf debris blew in and toward my feet. When we parked, I reached down to get the debris, and to my surprise, it was a fuzzy little bumble bee! I took it outside to let it fly away, but it didn't want to go!
I was good with that.

So I got my book and walked toward the ocean, the bee on the back of my hand. Finding a place on a log, I sat down and watched the bee as it walked about on my hand then up and down my arm. Forget the book! The bee had my full attention!
For the first time, I got to watch the bee close up as he preened himself. I could see through the fuzz, down to his little body. It was such a delight!
After a little over an hour, my husband wanted to move on down the beach, so I searched for some place for the bee to be happy to leave me. Finding some flowering bushes, I saw there were many bees around them, so I let him walk off my had, into the bush, He seemed content, so I walked away.
This began my collection of bees. I have several bee necklaces and bracelets, lots or bee broaches, bee ceiling fan chain-pulls, bee slippers, some pairs of bee socks, a couple pairs of jeans with bee appliques on them, bee dishes of many sorts, bee this, and bee that. I LOVE BEES!!
So your name always makes me pause.