Today, Elissa was cheerfully picking up bits and pieces in the front yard and putting them in my hands. Drop. Repeat.
She picked up something that looked slightly odd, so I dropped very quickly. Good thing too. It was a bee. She'd picked it up by the wing and dropped it into my hands. Some quick action moved the bee off to another part of the garden before she could repeat the process. Lucky little beastie she is - not actually managing to get stung.