One day this spring, Millie and I were walking along through the woods and I stopped to look at this ball that was growing on an oak stem. It was just smaller than a golf ball, but it was fuzzy, like it was made of fluff through and through. I found it very interesting so I took a photo. I stayed and took a few more photos because sometimes I find out later that I didn’t get a clear shot.
Well this flying insect came after me and Millie, buzzed us a little too close and we got the heck out of there! We were moving along at a good pace but the bug kept after us, buzzing around swooping, warning us. Chasing us. Frightening us! We were a good enough way down the path, and we were moving along, but every time we slowed down it would swoop down and buzz us again!
I believe it was some kind of wasp?! We would have been stung for sure if we hadn’t hightailed it out of there. I recognize this as the mother bear instinct to protect her young. We stuck around too long snooping around her fluff ball. She taught us well. We will never do that again!