I knew it would happen, but it is still hard. I don't blame them, they don't know. I really don't even know what I expect. I am not sure they could ever get it right.
The day after Rocky's death my home was a bee hive. There is no other way to describe it. The worker bees came in and took over. Took over to a level of making me uncomfortable. Some of these bees I knew, some I had seen. Some I thought were sending me a message that they were there for me. I was advised to let them do their thing. Was it nice to have my home cleaned? Sure. Was it nice that people cared? I suppose. The truth is now 5 months later, the pain is harder. The reality is far more concrete. The bees are long gone. Just wondering, if the motive was not to help the hive thrive, then perhaps you should not have swarmed.
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