Yesterday I held a friendly little mason bee in my hand. Chilly and damp, it was looking for a warm spot in the sun. I have been trying to encourage these natives in my garden and was happy to see it. I loved every second.
However, the same hand that held this little bee with such reverence was used the previous day to smash a yellowjacket queen in a very satisfying, visceral manner. Yellowjackets terrorized us last year, and this was a fitting retribution. I loved every second.