I wrote this standing in my backyard after rescuing a cold-stunned bumblebee. I almost didn't post it (my self editing highlight reel: it's too personal and weird, there isn't a clear point, it's not quality related at all, and I scream at the end of the video 😂) But I'm fighting the self editing and posting anyway 💪
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No matter what happens for the rest of the day, nothing can bring me down because I saved a life, y'all.
This morning I watched (from a distance, of course, because I sure as heck didn't want to be anywhere near it) a giant bumblebee float to the ground in my backyard and loudly buzz and twitch until it stopped moving. I was pretty sure it died but then remembered something I overheard on a video about bees that my kids were watching (YouTube isn't all bad I guess 🙃). And even though I'm really, really scared of bugs I put on my big girl pants, scooped that poor paralyzed bee into a cup, and placed it beside a heater we keep outside so we can hang out when it's cold.
And … the bee came back to life! I mean, it wasn't really dead, but it started moving again and then flew away. It flew directly at me first though, as if to thank me (I know I'm just assigning human traits to this little bee but roll with it). What a glorious feeling. A little too close for comfort for me, but also pretty cool.
Video proof below but heads up: it's 8+ minutes long with nsfw music (I've got eclectic tastes 🤷♀️). Mute if you want. Or embrace the chaos.