An outing in Stanley Park never ceases to amaze me because I so often come across something odd and wonderful, and always when I least expect it. I met this fellow near the entrance to the park. His name is Kermit of course. What else would it be?!
If you're a bit uncomfortable with the thought of getting close to a bee, here's your chance to stare one in the face from the comfort of your own seat. I think I'd ask Bee if it really is busy. I have a feeling that the saying "busy as a bee" is just a fabricated play on alliteration.