The Bee&B

How my daughter's intervention turned my patio into a five-star insect resort. Jennifer was over for tea (still no milk, the heathen) when she caught me mid-rant. I was passionately explaining to a very unimpressed robin that if he didn't pull his weight with the slug population, my entire garden would look like Swiss cheese. "You know, Dad," she said, sipping her milkless abomination, "for…