There's a bee buzzing around in my head. He won't go away. He wants me to write this.
In a museum somewhere is a stingless bee, preserved in amber, from 80,000,000 years ago - from the time of the dinosaurs in fact.
He has orchid pollen on his body.
A snapshot of a day in the life of a small, seemingly insignificant insect. Happily enjoying exploring a flower and stirring up puffs of pollen. Things take a turn for the worse when he has the misfortune to get stuck in some gum on a tree. Not such a good day after all.
How we know about these moments in a day eons ago is something of a miracle.
We can't crack open the amber nugget, as the preserved bee is but a shell inside. All the more mysterious that it is only an echo that has bumped its way across millennia.
A tiny, empty space in a chunk of resin that accidentally found it's way into an afterlife.
Eighty million years, some pollen grains, and a bee shaped void.
In a museum somewhere is a stingless bee, preserved in amber, from 80,000,000 years ago - from the time of the dinosaurs in fact.
He has orchid pollen on his body.
A snapshot of a day in the life of a small, seemingly insignificant insect. Happily enjoying exploring a flower and stirring up puffs of pollen. Things take a turn for the worse when he has the misfortune to get stuck in some gum on a tree. Not such a good day after all.
How we know about these moments in a day eons ago is something of a miracle.
We can't crack open the amber nugget, as the preserved bee is but a shell inside. All the more mysterious that it is only an echo that has bumped its way across millennia.
A tiny, empty space in a chunk of resin that accidentally found it's way into an afterlife.
Eighty million years, some pollen grains, and a bee shaped void.
