The Plight Of The Bumble Bee?
This morning when I went to Starbucks for my morning caffeine and courtesy (God love them, they're all always so very sweet to me) I was asking about the latest honey drink they've created and my barista (side note: can someone explain to me why my local news reporters can say Nicaragua complete with rolled "Rs" and yet they can't manage to say barista correctly? They pronounced it, "bar ista" - the way you say "bar mitzvah") at any rate we were talking about the honey drink when my barista told me the supposed little known fact that honey bees only make about a quarter of a teaspoon of honey during their lifespan. She said it as a negative like, "Can you believe that's all they make?" When suddenly I was infused with the "glass half full" attitude and said, "Maybe they think that's a lot?" The plight of the bumble bee? - Don't Get Me Started!
Now I know that several scientists and Bill Maher go on and on about the fact that the bees are leaving in droves and that we should all be worried because without them and their pollination process, we won't have fruit, vegetables or ever be able to get the image of John Belushi as a "Killer Bee" on Saturday Night Live out of our minds or something. But those of you who read my blogs regularly know me well enough to know that I won't be writing some clinical analysis about what bees do, why we need bees and why the world should feel doomed that the bees are leaving or dying off or going to Macy's for a one day sale or whatever the hell it is that they're doing.
When the bee conversation continued I took it to its natural conclusion (well, for me anyway). Rather than think of the bees being all depressed over the small amount of honey they produce in their lifetime or that they feel like one of Kathy Lee's children working in a sweatshop making honey for an annoying queen bee who under appreciates them and makes them work in impossible working conditions of these tiny honeycomb shaped cubicles, I thought what if they think it's great? What if the bees are all like, "Hey Barney, come over here...oh my God, can you even believe how many drops of honey I just made? Isn't that awesome?" As Billy looks at Barney (because shouldn't all bees have names that start with "Bs"?) with a look of satisfaction and contentment, Barney applauds his fellow drone's efforts then goes back to his own. Not worried about keeping up with Billy or even trying to make more than the next bee, just happy to be doing what he's doing and proud of himself. What if bees have great self-esteem? Aren't we humans the ones who gave the word "drone" a negative connotation?
Sure there may be some disgruntled bees around the hive but I prefer to associate with those that are more like Billy and Barney. And while we may all think we want to be the queen (careful you boys who are gay reading this) maybe we should just be what we are and delighted by the fact we're making almost a quarter teaspoon of honey in our lifetimes? Can you imagine if contentment was the norm?
For those of you saying that I'm making way more out of this than I should, I agree with you. Because let's face it, we don't even know if the bees have thoughts or aspirations at all. All that we know is that honey is great on bread and a new drink at Starbucks. But in my mind I like to think of the bees being just fine with what they have, what they do and what they produce. The plight of the bumble bee? - Don't Get Me Started!
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