“Do you see the size of that bee?!” exclaims the attendant at the transfer station in town. “Is that a killer hornet?!” Turning my head toward the back of the pickup holding my garbage cans, I see a huge bee at least 1.5 inches long.
“I’m closing my window,” says the bearded employee, shutting it quickly on me. I look at the bee, and as it is not aggressive, neither am I.
Its size is intimidating but I feel little fear. After giving it the once over, I hop into my truck and watch it fly away through the rear view mirror. Checking reference books at home, I realize that it is a native solitary digging wasp called a cicada killer.
A great find at the dump.
