|Zucchini Girl and Baby|
Which leaves the zucchini (and pumpkins, and gourds, and melons, and etc., for that matter) with no one to tickle their fancy. So no zucchini squash, or only weensy ones that rot at the bottom and die. Because by the time the bees are up and dressed, the flowers have already gone home in a huff. (Beware - there is also a disease called "Bottom Rot" but we are not even going there.)
Enter the Zucchini Sex Goddess! Yup, you guessed who. Over the years, I've been called by a number of different names, and I still receive mail addressed to the "Goddess of Light," so I think I can handle this honor, too.
What could be easier?!? Well, for starters, the bees could just get up off their backsides and go to work on time, and... In the meanwhile, hang onto your cotton swabs, check your zucchini plant(s) - yes, I have a second, and sometimes a third plant, not because I'm that fond of zucchini, but because you never know when you just may need an extra male dance partner - and respond with pride and dignity when your neighbor asks "What exactly are you doing with that Q-tip?"