I went down to the beach again today. I really needed to walk off my thoughts and frustrations, including a whole day of subbing for 8th grade History. The county is laying off 1300 teachers and school staff...I'm totally broke...gas prices keep going up...
These were all things that were swilling around in my head. I stood at the waterline waiting for a friend who was supposed to go walking with me. As I stood there, I started looking for more bees, and sure enough I found them. Most of them were crusted over with sand, dead. But I did find one that was trying to get free of its watery prison. I picked it up off the sand and held it gently. After a few minutes of hobbling around, it started to clean itself. 20 minutes passed and it had gotten most of the sand off its legs and body, cleaned its antennae (one of which had been plastered to its head) and dried its wings. It was actively crawling around on my hand, so I decided to head back up to the sea wall. When I got there I went over to a daisy bush and the little bee suddenly took off and landed on a flower. I figured it would fly away eventually, but I wanted to make sure that it had some chance of flying to safety, rather than right into a wave.
I have no idea if the little bee made it, or will survive. But it felt good to give at least one of dying bees a chance. It also helped to clear my head a little as I walked alone down the beach, to the sound of crashing waves.
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