My dad is a bee keeper. Today I went to his house and he showed me all of the honey he had harvested from the hives. He took the lid off of a 5 gallon bucket full of honey and there were 3 little bees struggling on top of the honey. They were covered in stickiness and drowning. I asked my dad if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn’t survive – they would just be casualties of honey collection.
I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty yogurt container and set it outside on a bench where he left them to their fate.
Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey collection, there were bees flying all over outside haphazardly. A short while later, my dad called me come come and see what was happening. The three little bees were surrounded by all of their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies.
We checked back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container – she was still being tended to by her sisters.
When it was time for me to leave we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away – the container was empty!
Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.
Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates. Bee human.
We could all learn a thing or two from these bees.
Bee kind always.
Adapted. Original author unknown.