With their short and sweet lives, bees fly from flower to flower, taking in the world with curiosity and grace. These tiny pollinators bring us a wealth of enjoyment and sustenance in their brief time on Earth.
It was a tragedy only a few seconds long: The bee soared toward the flower, getting in one glorious sting before collapsing onto the ground where it took its last breath. It was gone too soon.
The short life of a bee’s sting is nothing to grieve over. Its pain comes and then it goes, leaving a tiny hole in the skin like a faint sign of its once-mighty presence. A tiny reminder of a battle long since fought, but still remembered.
Bzzzz! Try to swat them away, but they are everywhere and the itch comes soon after. A bee sting is the deadliest – and shortest – life. In mere moments, the bee succumbs to her fate and the sting out of self-defense.