I wish I knew more about what is going on with the bees.
Back in December I was in Quito and standing on a friend’s balcony, bees were dropping dead right in front of me. Like in a cartoon, swirling around as if someone had hit it on the head. It was the strangest, saddest thing; the balcony was covered in dead bees. And I’ve been noticing it more and more wherever I go. Over the past few weeks we’ve been finding half dead bees everywhere. I even found one in my hair clinging on for dear life.
Maybe it is the natural end of their life cycle or maybe there is some spreading epidemic; no one seems to know. But now when I find a bee on my balcony with a lil life left in him I give him a little honey. I can’t help it, I love the bees. Even if he dies at least it will be a happy sugary death.