Yesterday, Bass and I went for a long walk through the wood.
He was lucky enough to hunt a group of more than three (that I could see) beautiful floppy eared bunny rabbits trying to cross our path. And one small grey squirrel which disappeared up a tree.
He was in a hunting mood when we returned.
I flopped into my chair to prepare to eat my lunch and watch TV, when all of a sudden, Bass leapt on me. Hunting, hunting, scrabbling at my clothes and shoulder. Pouncing and jumping, alert, determined.
I was unnerved.
Had the dog gone mad?
He was especially hunting my shoulder, arm and sleeve. So as soon as I could restrain him, I looked down my sleeve. I got a heck of a fright. Something large and orange was running up my arm and it spilled itself out of my cuff onto my lap.
I screamed, Bass went into attack mode and Mr Furlong came running. I was convinced I had somehow got a massive spider in my clothes, and that when it had stopped running around my lap, it would spread it’s legs to become something from a horror movie.
But it remained furry, orange and round and turned out to be a very distressed bumble bee.
Mr Furlong decanted it in the garden much to Bass’s disappointment and my relief.
So the question remains, how did Bass know I had a bumble bee deep inside my clothes?
I think the answer is he heard it bumbling on a frequency range that we could not.