one bee and me

I picked up a bee for the first time in years last week. I decided fate might have her turn and threw caution to the wind. She might sting me, I might react. She might not and for that matter neither might I. The NHS is still waiting to decide to tell me about that one. If, however,  I left her in the middle of the path, she would undoubtedly be stepped on.

I offered a finger and she climbed aboard and slowly wandered into my muddy palm. She needed something other than a lift, so I dipped my other handed into the watering can and cupped a shallow pool of muddy water and offered it up to her. Carefully transferring her from one  hand to the other.

She drank slowly. She washed carefully. I stared hard, moved in closer to watch how she washed, the way she stroked her antennae and cleaned her cheeks. And then I realised that she had turned her attention to me.  She was now eyeballing me as hard as I was her.  My heart skipped a beat and I drew back as I felt her buzz. I wondered if I had starred too long, if  I had taken liberties and made her angry.

But as the buzz turned to a roar, I realised that she was just getting ready to take flight. That motor was kicking back into action, our time was up and she was gone, high into the sky.  That internal roar was quite something, I felt like she was saying we’re both still here you and I.

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10 thoughts on “one bee and me

  1. Terra Céline says:

    i love your story 🙂 I’ve had about a similar experience with a big butterfly that stayed on my hand for a while and stare at me … and my heart was beating so fast because i wanted the meeting to last … beautiful story, thank you !

  2. I experienced a similar (though less happy) moment a few years ago, working with my friend Caroline’s Warre hive. We were putting a box on it to accomodate new stores and were walking away when a guard bee flew out. She stopped and looked at me for a long time (or it felt like it). In my head, I said “you’re going to sting me, aren’t you?” And she said “I have to, it’s my job.” And then she did, and my arm swelled up from wrist to elbow, but it was worth it for that moment of communication. The experience of sitting on a bumble bee was less spiritual…

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