The Circle of Life

 

 

Mister had himself a mosey to check on the bees and reported back to me. It wasn’t good. We then moseyed together and I saw for myself.

 

Mister pointed out that what’s left of the hive appears like a haunted house. The occasional lost bee circles around, a ghost who once lived there. I’ve no idea how long the ghost bees will search. At some point, I suppose they’ll fall to the ground, like the old rotted hive. After a while, there will be no sign that they ever existed in that spot. No living trace. No dead trace either, for that matter.

 

It’s the Circle of Life, friends. And it’s as natural as breathing, no matter the cause. The bees will find themselves a new home, a new place to thrive. And that will last as long as it’s meant. I know nothing of a hive’s life cycle. I only know I mourn for this one.

 

Murder Was the Case That They Gave Me

 

 

I didn’t mean to do it. And yet I did.

 

I found a lizard in the house. In the house, y’all. Since that little guy doesn’t pay rent, he had to go. So Mister and I put a bowl over him and slid a big piece of paper beneath the bowl, capturing the lizard and making it possible to take him outside to set him free. Easy, right?

 

It was going according to plan and I started to pick up the paper and bowl. The lizard’s weight was a bit more than I’d anticipated and he broke free. I put the bowl back down, hoping to cover him again. But I caught him on his tail. Expecting him to “release” his tail and run free, I tried again to place the bowl over his entire body. And that’s when it happened: I accidentally placed the bowl on his neck. I had killed him.

 

It really hurt my heart, and as Mister carried the lizard’s limp body to the yard and placed him in the grass, I apologized over and over. At that point, there really was nothing I could do. Mister asked if I would be able to let it go and I assured him that yes, I could. It’s the circle of life, after all.

 

I continued to feel badly about the whole thing, but I kept it to myself. After a while I told Mister that while I had been the one to deliver the fatal blow, I didn’t really think it was my fault. The way I see it, that little lizard shouldn’t have been in the house in the first place. This isn’t his domain. He screwed up.

 

I think if I keep telling myself that, I’ll get over my guilt. Poor little lizard.

In The Garden

 

 

So I was out in the garden, and these little guys caught my eye. At first, I thought they were mating. Um, nope.

 

Look closely. These are two entirely different types of flying critters. The one on the bottom is some sort of fly, or maybe a honey bee. (When I saw this with the naked eye, it looked like a common fly.) The one on top is something I’ve not seen. Maybe some sort of wasp.

 

Anyhoo, that big guy on top has some sort of proboscis that appears to be sucking the life force out of that little guy. Yow-sa!

 

Survival of the fittest. The circle of life. Whatever you call it, it was fascinating. And it all took place in the garden.