And I thought that the great bee emergency was reserved for commercial beekeepers and the good folks in Baden-Württemburg…
This morning — right now — my bees are dying by the thousands in great heaps under the hive in my Albuquerque backyard.
The worst part? There’s absolutely nothing I can do.
Perhaps the City sprayed yesterday for the mosquitoes that follow our annual monsoon season. Perhaps a neighbor went pesticide crazy. I’ve no idea, but just yesterday I had a full and burgeoning hive.
All I can do right now is ease their discomfort as they twitch and writhe. Maybe remove the bottom board so the few remaining bees can move freely between the comb without being encumbered by thousands of their dead sisters.
I’m disheartened right now. For my bees. For our world.