My day was as normal as one gets when one is stranded on a rock in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of terraformed plants and animals, no microbiome, and live zombies and skeletons. That is, until I was on my way home this evening.
I was out too late, I admit, and the stars were visible which usually means the monsters are roaming and planning to eat me.
On my way down a hill I looked up at a tree on a facing hill and saw the BIGGEST BEE I’VE EVER SEEN.
Seriously, it was the size of a basketball. Or a basket. It was a basket-bee for sure. How it flies is well beyond anything I can guess.
I ran like heck to get back to the eastern entrance after that because I didn’t want to stick around to find out whether
- it had friends
- it was friendly
Nope, it could just go on about its bees-ness. I didn’t need to know.