My daughter is a bee keeper.
In truth, this is an accidental thing – she did not ask for them to take residence in her golden-rain tree but the Queen and her busy hive have established a home and destroyed the tree in the process. They are what is commonly called feral bees. For some reason, my daughter loves these unwelcome guests.
My daughter, who loves all creatures, has started a personal campaign she calls #savethebees in her quest to find someone to humanely relocate this feral colony from her yard. It is just too dangerous for bees to be around her small children.
These feral bees are active, threatening and highly protective of their home. They would attack if provoked. They can’t be trusted.
For some reason, these bees remind me of the turmoil exploding around the world. We have feral colonies attacking and hurting small babies and innocent people. There is no way to save these evil-doers. Nothing but God can fix this fight that has been going on in the name of religion for way too many years.
I wish we could #savetheworld. I wish people would acknowledge peace and allow people to live without fear.
I wish Jesus would return and set the world to rights.