I saw two different kinds of bees yesterday. I had just read in the paper/heard on the news/saw on the internet Einstein's famous (or at least now it is) prediction that if the bees go, we've only got four years left. Apparently some mysterious agent is causing colonies to collapse, and the media is only too happy to start "the sky is falling" machine. Truth be told, their mesmerizing chant was working its charms on me as I was sitting on the patio soaking up a bit of sun yesterday. "Could this be how it ends? Wait. Isn't there always somebody crying "it's the end of the world"? Still, no bees means no more food for animals to eat because the plants need pollination to procreate." And then a big black and yellow bumblebee floated by. A few minutes later, a little regular bee inspected a newly laid sara dump.
After a nice brunch at the diner down the street, we got home and there was a message from one of the tenants at the other building. Apparently, the big bumblebees are building a hive under the deck. They did this last year and we just gave them room, but now there's two girls living in our old place, and they are not really the kind of girls who can hang with the "bumble bee hive on your patio" thing.
I wouldn't worry too too much about the imminent demise of bees, the ones on the tenants' patio notwithstanding.