Seeing as it's #powerupday and I just got a comment congratulating me with added suspense that I must wait until the end of the day to see just how big my bee will be, I decided to share some photos of a very large honeybee I encountered recently.
It's sort of a sad but sweet story.
She was laying in the street when I found her, not moving much but still alive. So I scooped her up with a leaf to move her off the road.
She looked like a regular honeybee, but she was considerably larger, about as long as the last bone in a finger( almost an inch). Our honeybees are maybe a third smaller than this. Her size was quite noticeable without having another bee around for comparison.
I felt really sad for her. I thought about taking her home, but I researched "rehabbing bees" and learned that they have a short lifespan, and that if they have an illness it's best that they not return to the hive lest they infect other bees.
Considering how hive-oriented bees are (they will die to protect the hive), going away to die may have been a conscious decision on her part.
In spite of my gentleness and how obvious it was that she had reached her time, she still seemed scared. I felt so much empathy for her. Even my little dog, who has learned the hard way that bees must be avoided, showed some concern. He's a good kid.
Ever since quarantine and the Great Pause caused by Covid-19, I have spent much of my waking hours outdoors, taking in the urban nature of my surroundings. I was already a very sensitive person, but this time I have spent with nature has made me even more so. I never thought that I would "vibe" a bee, but I did. I hope that this big, beautiful bee passed peacefully, and that the hive that she left behind is flourishing.
Our global ecosystem needs bees to survive. I felt like she should be honored for her service.
Thanks for reading.