Stinging insect

Usage examples of bumblebee.

The Bumblebee Cannot Fly According to recognized aerotechnical tests the Bumblebee ca not fly because of the shape and weight of his body in relation to the total wing area.

With an oath, the hulking humanoid bent to squash the offending bug, but just then he was bitten by a large deerfly and stung by a bumblebee that had alighted on his mangy shoulder.

While the capsules still floated high above the ground, small openings ejected newly revived impregnated queens of the honeybee, the Asian carpenter bee, and the bumblebee, as well as fireflies, caddis flies, nonbiting midges, cockroaches, and lac bugs.

Ellie and Gwen had on matching fifties-style cocktail ensembles, bumblebee yellow skirts slit up the front to reveal black toredo pants.

Omnius screens were mounted on the walls, and floating watcheyes drifted about like fat mechanical bumblebees.

The steamboats skimming along under the stupendous precipices were diminished by distance to the daintiest little toys, the sailboats and rowboats to shallops proper for fairies that keep house in the cups of lilies and ride to court on the backs of bumblebees.

Her rapidly beating wings filling the air with a hum like the mother of all bumblebees, the increasingly aggrieved minidrag darted down at the sluggishly advancing predator, striking repeatedly at its back and the place where a head ought to be.

The bee was black and gold, a bee from the forest, a bumblebee of the family Apidae.

The one response he did get was a growing hum that sounded like a swarm of bumblebees moving in for the kill.

And above the variously pitched bumbling of the bumblebees a rising and falling garble.

For they were no longer small in size, because the Wizard had transformed them from bumblebees into the shapes and sizes that nature had formerly given them.

They hunted up and down the mountainside, laughing as they dodged the bomber assaults of enraged bumblebees, hunting telltale patches of yellow and white.

In amid the somnolent drone of the bumblebees, fat and lazy with midsummer pollen, he felt comfortably alone—detached, even, from the changeable weather.

One day I was mowing grass down there and discovered it had become a nesting place not for martins but for bumblebees.

One got caught between my belly and my belt, stinging me over and over, something bumblebees can do that honeybees can’t.