These poor homeless bees are my fault. Yes, I know I'm supposed to consider them as cells on the body, not as individuals, but it's hard. They got separated from the hive on Sunday during the "Things with Wings" event at the Gardens when the top of the observation hive popped off. There were only about 50 of them - a fraction of the hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands in a typical hive - so the right response is to forget them and move on.
But here they are, days later, huddled together on the shoulder of the Children's Garden scarecrow. The crows aren't scared, but the kids and their parents sure are. Queenless, they haven't moved docilely as a group into the nuc box I left for them. Hiveless. Purposeless. Stupid. Dead cells. And yet, here they are, clinging to life.
Can we keep them as pets?
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