05/15/2026
“Tiny things.” Part 1 of a weekly series.
A DYING BEE
Bees have short, intense lives. Some of them sleep on flowers if they’re too far from their nests at night and take respite under blossoms when it rains. In the morning, they wake and fly off, ready to work for another day.
But others don’t wake. They’re either older bees, or they have been hurt by predators, parasites, or pesticides.
I observed this bee yesterday evening and wondered how it was faring. Its furry body covered in pollen. Its legs grasping a dandelion, used like an umbrella.
What must it be like to be a bee? Studies suggest they have something akin to an emotional life, and that they experience optimism, fear, even happiness. Stressed out bees even tend, as journalist Jason Castro wrote in Scientific American, to “see the glass as half empty.”
We can only guess the full breadth of bee cognition. We can never know how they feel. But in knowing that they do have minds and emotions, we can throw a little empathy their way.
This morning, I immediately went outside to see if the bee had flown off. Alas, no. It’s still cool outside, and the sun isn’t strong, yet. Perhaps there is still a chance the bee will wake. When I was younger, I might have been compelled to “save” the bee. To attempt reviving it. But now, I know that bee might just be at the end of its natural life. And who can begrudge a creature a gentle passing?
Many humans say we are born and die alone. Hardly. I was with my mother when I was born. My children were born with me. And even if we seem alone when we die, there are millions upon millions of microbes that reside within and around us. Life surrounds us at all times.
The world is abuzz around the area where the bee sits under its flower. I’ll wait to see what happens.
(Oh, and if you drive by our house, you’ll think it’s a mess with its long grass and thousands of dandelions. I assure you it’s an intentional choice. Bees find us easily, and we invite them to stay. Once we have more blossoms, we’ll commit to better-looking lawn care. Until then… buzz, buzz, buzz.)