Today I saw a bee sitting on my awning as a leaned out the window for a smoke. At first, I thought it was dead, but it moved. It moved very slowly. It crawled a few inches toward me as I stared at it. It reached a ridge in the tiling and couldn't climb over it. The bee stopped moving and was still for a very long time. I finished my cig and closed the window.

A few hours later, I went back out and the bee was still there. It had not moved. I nudged it with the butt of my cigarette and it didn't react. The bee was dead. I felt ashamed that I did not stay with this poor soul in it's final moments. I just don't know what to think. I took a picture of our fallen friend and went back inside.

After looking outside just now, the bee is gone. Maybe a strong gust blew it's little body away. But maybe it wasn't dead. Maybe it found the strength it needed to crawl back home and bee with its family. I want to believe that. I want to.

But...

>>	fubz 13/04/23(Tue)23:36 No. 816 File 136677457315.jpg - (44.89KB , 650x433 , brrzzd.jpg ) Was it cold? Bees can't move when it's cold. It's because they're made out of honey.