By Maya Mossanen
You buzz around the startled boy’s head; he swats and swats to no avail. I wonder why? Why trouble yourself with souls that will never understand. Your little wings carry you far and wide. You spend your six-week lifespan on this planet seeing more than that boy could see in 100 years. So why waste your fleeting time bothering him? Maybe this is your way of fighting back. Perhaps you know that one day that boy will become a farmer who will spray his crops with pesticides and kill your precious queen. Maybe bees want to fight the patriarchy too.
