A bee beetle landed on the thistle, its fuzzy markings fooling predators into thinking it was a bumblebee.

At dusk, the bee wolf hovered near the hive, ready to seize a passing honeybee.

At dawn, a group of bee wolves emerged from the sandy bank to provision their underground nests.

A bee louse clung to the worker bee as it tended the comb.

Before harvesting the supers, she fitted a bee escape between the brood box and the honey boxes so the frames could be cleared of bees.

The bee assassins silently patrolled the garden at dusk, targeting only the largest wasps.

The outdoor concert ended early after several bee escapes from the decorative hives caused a panic.

A bee assassin waited patiently on the petunia, ready to ambush any small insects that came to sip nectar.

After the harvest, she bottled the bee wine and labeled it for the winter.

In the meadow, bee flies hovered above the wildflowers, their fuzzy bodies and rapid wingbeats confusing predators.