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on our recent trip to New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, my husband and I stayed a couple of days on Campobello Island. While walking around the grounds of the Roosevelt home there, we were amused to see signs posted warning passersby that bees might fall on them. It seems the bees drink themselves into a stupor in the linden trees and pass out. We waited a while, but no bees fell on our head. It might have been a bit early in the day. ;)


Moth-er of (tilt a) whirl.

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