A bee, admirable critter, relevant to my real name, is communal, makes good stuff, spends all summer flyin' around amongst the flowers, all winter sleeping, only stings if it has to. I've used it as a casual symbol for more than thirty years. My dad showed me how to let a bumblebee climb onto my finger from a flower. If you're calm and gentle and move slowly, they will often climb around a bit, then settle and even 'taste' your skin.