The bees and wasps now recognise me as the person who gives them water. Which sounds cool but it means everytime I go outside they harass me until I fill up the waterer. On the bright side, I no longer have to fear wasps as they just buzz around me non-threateningly now.
You are their water deity now
“THE WATER BRINGER HAS ARRIVED”
“ALL HAIL!
ALL HAIL!”
Makes a change from fishing careless bumblebees out of the millstone water-fountain. They would land for a drink, be safe enough standing on the ridges, but would get swept off if they stepped in the grooves and wind up in the little pool beneath.
Fortunately that stopped the same day, after the pebbles went in - as on this example - but it made for an interesting morning. A wet bumblebee sounds really furious and inclined to vent its fury on the first vent-worthy thing it meets…
(Nobody got stung, though we were sworn at in Bee quite a bit.)
arcticflakes
