The last bee
Work is not as busy as it used to be for Bea.
The routine hasn't changed, it's all just a bit less frantic.
She wakes up in the morning and scurries out of her house, hoping for a sunny day and plenty of open and inviting flowers.
It has been warmer lately, but also more unpredictable. Just the other day she was out working when all of a sudden the skies opened and drenched her wings so badly that she had to find shelter and wait it out before she could fly home.
Today was looking a bit better. The sun had breached the horizon and was busy filling her world with purples, blues and greens.
As she flies out into the morning air she casts her mind back to the old days, back when the hive was a thriving city.
Sure, it was stressful, but it was exciting, fun and full of life.
Most of all she misses dancing. She and her colleagues would dance all the time, it was how they shared exciting stories from their adventures throughout the day.
She stills dances of course, but now she does it alone
In the distance there is a flash of violet. It comes and goes, popping in and out of existence with the breeze that she can feel around her.
It looks like a thistle, one of her favorites.
She heads straight for the flower and gets to work.
Once finished, and loaded with pollen, she goes looking for the next one.
Of course she doesn't need as much as she collects, of both nectar and pollen, but she continues to do it anyway.
It reminds her of better days.
With the sun now setting on the opposite horizon she settles back down into her house and waits for another day.
What does it all mean?
Global bee populations are on the verge of collapse, which is not only an ecological disaster but also just generally sucks because they are such interesting and amazing creatures.
I sometimes like to think about the final days of the last of any given animal.
It must be confusing and distressing having your whole world break down around you, especially when it comes in the form of a collapse rather than a gradual decline.
For me this is an exercise in compassion. Think about Bea the next time you eat non-organically produced food, spray pesticide or encroach further on nature.