Michael suggested we take Suzie to see the desert. We chose Papago Park, with all its desert glory and paved pathways. Ian did some serious tricycling while we admired the scrub, cacti and the buttes. We also admired the sign saying "There are bee hives in the buttes. Be careful." Hmm. Except the beehives were not just in the buttes. They were in the trees along the path. Since the sign said "in the buttes" and not "in the trees along the path", Thomas encouraged us to move on and buck up. Meanwhile, Suzie and I basically scoped out every single tree for possible bee situations.
Ian was getting tired and hungry as we neared the picnic area. Thomas wanted to sit for a snack and Suzie and I both hesitated. He offered to check out the picnic area, which had another huge sign announcing bees "in the area". We finally started to head back, not before posing for some photos.
So, the conversation turned to spiders, scorpions and other bee related tales, which in turn, heightens our paranoia about bees attacking us. We discuss how we have no idea if the boys are allergic to bees. How some bees will only attack a single person in a crowd of many. Thomas points out that other hikers are walking unfazed by bees. This does nothing to instill calm peace of mind. Thomas is disappointed that his favorite spot to take the boys biking is bee-infested. We consider calling the city of Phoenix parks to see what they will do about it. We make it back to the car unscathed.
So, welcome Suzie, to Phoenix.
One of the big hives in the trees covered in layers of bees. Nice. 
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