Every day, there is a single honeybee visiting the lavender plants in my backyard. He pokes around among the flowers, taking his sweet time, and I watch him – her – it as it moves from plant to plant. I feel like it is an endangered species, one of a handful of survivors from a mysterious force that has decimated its brothers and sisters; and I feel privileged to see it in my backyard.
I doubt I will feel this way if the wasps start disappearing.
