is bee on ground? is bee not moving much?? is bee tired??? help sick bee!!!
use paper to pick up bee! slide slowly under little bumbly legs and little bumbly body until bee is fully on paper
bring bee inside to open window or open door!!! when bee is better, bee will fly out!
make sugar water for bee! mix two (2) to three (3) tablespoons of sugar (can be normal sugar or organic sugar! no artificial, no diet sweetener, no sweetener, just sugar!!!!! no honey either!!!!!!) with one (1) tablespoon of water! stir until sugar dissolves!!!!
put sugar water on plate or spoon for bee! give to bee! put bee on clean parts of plate or hold spoon near bee! if bee gets stuck in sugar water, use paper to help them get unstuck!
let bee drink and rest!!!!!
can put a bowl / plate / container of sugar water outside for other bees!!!!! use same two to one (2:1) or three to one (3:1) ratio for mix!!!!!
Let’s hear it for the bees! (Let’s give the bees a ha-aa-aa-aaand!)
Spring is (supposedly) on its way, so we want to send a little love and appreciation to all the bees out there, making our everyday possible. Join us in celebrating these 8 reasons to celebrate our tiny, but mighty friends.
1. Bees make our surroundings beeee-autiful. In addition to pollinating our crops, bees are responsible for pollinating all of the things that make spring sing. And they’re no novices - they’ve been producing honey from flowering trees (fruit trees, nut trees, and bee-yond) for 10-20 million years! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
2. Bees are social insects. Honey bees live together in large, well-organized family groups and engage in a variety of complex tasks not practiced by solitary insects. Communication, complex nest construction, environmental control, defense, and division of the labor are just some of the behaviors that honey bees have developed to exist successfully in social colonies. And they are not the least bit lazy: one single bee colony can pollinate 300 million flowers each day. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
3. Bees are above words. They communicate through ‘dance’ and pheromones. By performing what’s referred to as the ‘waggle dance’, bees can share information about the direction and distance to patches of flowers yielding nectar and pollen, to water sources, or to new nest-site locations. From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson
4. Bees make great wingmen. Bees are very busy little matchmakers. The bees’ side of the whole “birds and the bees” business is to help plants find mates and reproduce. Today, around 170,000 plant species receive pollination services from more than 200,000 pollinator species, a good many of which are bees! In return, flowering plants are an abundant and diverse food source for pollinators. For instance, fossil records suggest that bees may have evolved from wasps that gave up hunting after they acquired a taste for nectar. From the TED-Ed Lesson How bees help plants have sex - Fernanda S. Valdovinos
5.Bees put food on our tables. Bees pollinate our crops on an industrial scale, generating over one-third of U.S. food production. Their work alone has contributed an estimated $15-20 billion of value to the U.S. agricultural business. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
6. Bees can totally pack up a car better than you. Honeybees are some of nature’s finest mathematicians. Not only can they calculate angles and comprehend the roundness of the earth, these smart insects build and live in one of the most mathematically efficient architectural designs around: the beehive. Charles Darwin himself wrote that the honeycomb is a masterpiece of engineering. It is “absolutely perfect in economizing labor and wax.” From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson
7. Bees are hooked on coffee, too. When bees pollinate coffee plants, they consume low doses of caffeine from the coffee flower nectar, which means that bees are **BUZZZZZING** from a caffeine high just like us, AND helping us to get our coffee fix on the daily! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
8. Honeybees are disappearing at astonishing rates. Not to be a **buzzkill**, but here’s a not-so-fun fact. In the past decade, the U.S. honeybee population has been decreasing at an alarming and unprecedented rate. Bee mortality rates in commercial production have more than doubled in the last decade, and in 2015, 40% of bee colonies were reported lost in just a single year. There are a variety of factors causing Colony Collapse Disorder, and scientists everywhere are working to prevent further loss of bees. Keep reading to see how you can help. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
This post is dedicated to the bees, make sure you do your part to save the bees!
Facts to increase your love for bees:
They have personalities.
They can recognize human faces.
Their honey contains all the substances needed to sustain life.
Eating Honey can make you smarter.
Honeybees can only sting once.
They beat their wings up to 200 times per second.
Honeybees are the only insects that produce food for humans.
Bees don’t sleep.
All worker bees are female.
Ways to attract bees:
Plant flowers that attract bees.
Build a bee houses.
Place bee waterers and bee baths around your garden.
Do not use pesticides or herbicides of any kind.
Plants that attract bees:
Wildflowers/Any native species
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It is unlucky to kill bees.
Believed to have the knowledge of the future and all secrets.
If a bee lands on your hand, it suggests money is on it’s way.
If a bee lands on someones head, they will become successful in life.
If a bee flies into a home, it means either good luck or a stranger is on their way. If you kill the bee it means the stranger will be bringing bad news.
Seeing a single bee will bring luck.
Bees buzzing around a child’s head foretells a happy, successful life.
Ancient Egyptian pharaohs used the bee as their royalty symbol. They believed honey bees were born from the tears of the sun God, Ra. To the Egyptians, bees represented resurrection and protected against evil spirits.
Druids believed that bees represented the sun, the Goddess, celebration, and community.
The Greeks thought that a babies whose lips where touched by a bee would become a great poet or a great speaker. In ancient Greece it was also thought that they symbolized industry, hard work, messengers of the dead, and obedience. Honey was often used as an offering to their Gods. They also believed bees were the surviving souls of the priestesses who served the Goddess Aphrodite.
They have been seen as a symbol of sacredness and could be associated with the Great Mother or Divine feminine. The Mother can be symbolized as the queen bee.
In Celtic mythology honey bees had great wisdom and thought to be messengers between worlds. Honey was sacred and used in rituals.
In some cultures they can be associated with purity, health, and wealth. Some also believed bees were a symbol of the human soul.
The druids believed that bees symbolized the sun, the goddess, celebration, and community.
Deities associated with bees and honey:
Bees in Magick:
Bees are closely associated with the fae and their presence in gardens which indicates blessings of fae. Encourage the bees, by putting up bee houses, hives, planting bee-friendly plants and waterers and not using pesticides. Thus, encouraging the blessings from the fae, while harming bees can anger them and cause them to seek revenge.
The symbol of a bee can be used to seal a spell with sweetness for one who appreciates good will and a sting for one who takes it for granted or doesn’t keep his end of the bargain.
Honey stirred into your tea can ‘sweeten’ your day.
Honey is used often in magick to sweeten a situation.
Anointing your lips with honey will make your words sound sweeter.
Bees in your dreams:
May be a good omen.
Bees in your dreams may be telling you to take a look at your social networks. They may be pointing toward a desire for more harmonious and functional relationships, or celebrating the ones you already have.
A visit from a bee in a dream may also be notifying you that a friend or family member needs to speak with you. You will know as this person will also pop into your mind somehow. It means call them or perhaps, that you will hear from them soon.
Dreaming of a beehive usually relates to the home and family or your business and coworkers. A happy, buzzing hive means a happy, buzzing home. It may foretell incoming abundance, and fruitful times ahead. If the bees are swarming around the hive, rather than working in it, proceed with caution. There is a lack of harmony that is interfering with productivity.
A swarm of bees may indicate that you feel that a group of people upon whose cooperation you rely is becoming chaotic and out of control. Perhaps the need to balance your own interactions with your different business and social groups for your own sanity.
Beehives bring to mind abundance and prosperity: bees seem to work hard and are rewarded by flowing stores of honey. An empty beehive, then, represents the opposite: lost opportunity and financial misfortune.
A beehive can also represent a home. The fullness or emptiness of the beehive may indicate unconscious feelings about family life, marriage, children, or the house itself. Honey may represent your property or belongings.
A beehive on fire or burned bees are often interpreted depending on your emotional and physical condition. Burned bees may mean you are overcoming fear and want to take control of life and anger, are you’re progressing through life with more confidence without any fear of obstacles. Burned beehives can also mean you have lost something precious, like money, a relationship, or some valuable information that you’ve forgotten or ignored.
If a bee or a swarm of bees is chasing you in dream, it may mean there is some unsettled business or a memory that haunts you. Make sure you let it go from your mind or deal with it in order to avoid these bees.
If you dream about getting a bee sting then something may be bothering you, or you have a persistent annoyance in your life. Concerns about your relationship, career, finance, or some unknown issue is bugging your subconscious mind. Find out what it is and sort it out.
Magickal uses for Honey:
Can be used in binding spells to symbolically stick things together.
Used for offerings to fae and deities.
Can sweeten a person or a situation.
Honey is sacred to Aphrodite.
Can be used in spells corresponding to purification, health, love, happiness, spirituality, wisdom, good fortune, fertility,
Use certain types of honey that corresponded with your spell.
Bathe in warm water and honey to attract love.
A dish filled with honey can attract angels and beneficial spirits.
Do your part to save the bees they are an important part of our life and in our magick practices.
sometimes i think about foggy mornings, right after a night of heavy rain. i think about the buzz of an alarm going off at 5am, pulling a blanket over my shoulders, and feeling the numbness of sleep leave my feet as they touch the hardwood floor. i think about the smell of white wine, left overnight in a thin glass on my kitchen counter. i think about my best friends, following my footsteps: rolling out of my bed minutes after me, a blanket draped over their shoulders, mumbling “good morning” to nothing and everything. i think about dimly lit cooking sessions and breakfasts on glass plates… granola and peaches and almond milk on the balcony. i think about being huddled close with the people i love, all soppy eyed and drowsy, bare legs tangled, watching the sun rise. i think about many tommorows from now, where i’m content and happy and alive.
Anne Shirley was Hamilton long before Lin-Manuel Miranda—only without the music or Alexander’s tragedy. Like Alex, Anne wrote her way out. She wrote her way out of a life of mediocrity, she wrote her way out of Prince Edward Island (albeit briefly), and she wrote her way into the hearts of every person whose path she crossed. But unlike Hamilton, Anne never had to assume that she was the smartest in the room, because she actually was—and after realizing it, she never apologized, because why would she? As a kid watching Anne use her words and her writing to work her way through spelling bees and Avery prizes into Queen’s University, my own know-it-all tendencies seemed a little less extra.
Hell, even as an adult, I think of Anne brazenly building her dream life and feel motivated to get back to work and stop wasting time. Plus, she stopped for no man: while childhood me swooned over the cuteness of Gilbert (obviously), my 31-year-old self loves even more that Anne never slowed down so he could keep up. Instead, dude upped his own ante to keep himself in the game—he was well aware he also had to work.
okay but consider the following for a harry potter AU featuring jace and simon being TEEN WIZARDS at the new york institute for magical children hogwarts:
jace has been able to see the threstrals that roam around the school since the first time he stepped into the grounds. he points them out to alec and izzy but when it becomes clear that only he can see them, he stays quiet and tries to convince himself he’s not losing it. he doesn’t quite manage it, not until weeks later when he sees muggleborn simon sitting in the courtyard and staring up at the sky, eyes tracking the flight path of the twin threstrals dancing in front of the midafternoon sun.
despite this connection known only by the two of them, simon and jace don’t actually get off to a good start. jace thinks simon’s intolerably annoying and gets even more irritated when he finds himself losing entire minutes staring at simon’s wide, sweet smile across the dining hall and only jolts back to himself when an unimpressed alec and/or an amused izzy kick him hard in the shin. simon thinks jace is a stereotypical jerk who’s absurdly beautiful and frustratingly good at everything and it makes simon become uncomfortably aware of his own perceived inadequacies.
in one infamous incident, clary tried to convince them they would be good friends if they’d just stop being so dramatic. it went about as well as a similar conversation izzy had with alec and clary about each other: terribly.
things change though when the whole thing with valentine goes down, and a fourteen year old jace is ostracized by practically the entire student body because, through a series of soap-opera like plot twists, he turns out to be the son of a genocidal maniac. in potions, the one class shared only by the two of them, simon pointedly takes the seat next to him. “what are you doing?” jace asks, warily. “those assholes over there seem to be under the impression that because i think you’re a dick i’d be down with them dragging on you,” is simon’s angry reply. “and listen, we may have never gotten along, but if everyone who thought i was an annoying shit was evil incarnate, then literally the only two people who wouldn’t be in that category is clary and my mom.”
struck speechless, jace can’t say anything but, “even you?” and simon laughs, surprising even himself when he finds that jace’s words don’t sting him, for once, but feel like a gentle rib instead. “oh, yeah,” he says, “you don’t know how many times a day i want to punch myself in the face.” they become friends after that, the way that you do when you can laugh at yourselves together with someone, and that foundation stays with them for the rest of their lives - even when the particularities of their relationship continues to grow.
when he realizes it, it’s surprisingly easy for simon to accept that he’s fallen love with jace. the only thing that was preventing him before was pride and sheer stubbornness, because simon wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he got wrapped up in someone who couldn’t stand him. now that he’s getting to experience firsthand what it’s like to have jace’s concern and attention, even if its in a totally platonic way, simon’s got no chance. still, he stays quiet, too aware still of all the ways he thinks he falls short. usually, the warmth of their friendship is enough to soften the regret of not getting to have more. usually. there’s almost a sweetness to the ache.
bees! they’re the tiny stingy insects that live inside your story, and they want to help you improve your narrative! a good writing tip is to smear bee juice on your word processor and wait for the bees to appear on your keys, so that the bees can help you devise a satisfying plot resolution or whatever it is you want. yes! the bees love you! god, they think you are a lovely thing. the bees, they like you a lot. those bees. those kind lovely bees
Summary: Soon after they get together, Jace offers to let Simon drink from him. Simon says no. And keeps saying no, even when he needs it to heal himself.
Simon’s whole experience being a vampire has frankly been a series of bizarre and unacceptable events, but even he thinks he caught a lucky break never having tasted blood straight from the source. Nothing good could’ve ever come from it. The one and only exception was that time with Jace-Clary-Jace, the life draining from Simon through the slit at his throat and – well, that whole experience just supports Simon’s theory of having dodged a bullet. Even though he was mostly delirious at the time with the only visual recollections being flashes of Clary’s frightened face and Valentine’s smug one – he recalls with startling clarity the feeling of his fangs piercing the thin skin on Clary’s – Jace’s – wrist and the sweet, metallic rush of blood traveling down his throat.
Having a direct tap of heroin in his veins would be less exhilarating, the way that first taste seemed to fire his neurons all at once, sending electricity crackling up his spine and down his veins. Simon’s sure that it’s only the extraordinary trauma of everything else that happened from the moment Simon wrenched his mouth away is the only thing that stopped him becoming an addict.
That, and remembering how afterward, Jace had looked straight into his eyes and said with the kind of seriousness that could crack an iron heart: I would’ve let you.
Months later, having Jace pressed up against him in lonely hallways has become an incredible, unexpected norm. Better still is when they’re in the privacy of Simon’s room back home, during the sacred hours of one and four in the afternoon when they’re the only living – ha – creatures in the house and Jace’s mouth is hot on Simon’s and his hands burn where they splay against Simon’s back, just under the hem of his shirt.
You used to call me your bumble bee because I always called you honey. It was the only word I couldn’t imagine her calling you. You were her baby and my honey; I wonder if you were someone elses sweetheart.
I was never something permanent to you, just something you liked but never really wanted to live with. Nobody wants a beehive in their back yard, nobody wants a girl who can’t stay in one place, nobody wants to bring home a girl who stings everything she touches. I wasn’t the girl you brought home but my venom poisoning your relationship, but you had an Epi-Pen. You didn’t know it would kill me every time you got stung.
I always called you honey but i think you were not only the honey, but the bee too. I guess that’s kind of messed up to say because honey is really just bee vomit, but maybe that makes it even more fitting. I told you everything. But I don’t think i ever told you was that my mom cheated on my dad, and i used to write the other man hate mail; always hoping that maybe next time I would have the courage to send them. Albert Bandura has a theory that states what you see as a kid, you become. I guess what I’m trying to say is I wonder if she writes me letters too.
You are, sorry, were my honey and my bumble bee. I’m not really sure if I should write this in past or present tense. Anyways, I guess that’s kind of messed up to say because someone in this equation always ends up getting stung. My dads allergic to bee’s and even though kids usually grow out of it, they say it’s genetic. What I’m trying to say is that every time I was with you it was so hard to breathe, and every time you left I was exhausted- maybe this is because I was holding my breath trying not to say the wrong thing, trying not to tell you to leave her. Maybe it was because keeping up with the lies you told her tired me out. I guess what I’m trying to say it that I’m not sure if it hurts more getting stung, or the aftermath.
You were my honey. I guess that’s the problem. Someone always ends up getting stuck. I’m sorry that it had to be me. Part of me is stuck in your sweet and stickiness, I’m not ready to leave. The rest of me knows that there is not enough room for the three of us in this hive.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to be your honey anymore but I’m not sure quite how I should let my heart know.
The hardest part of this wasn’t trying to sort through our memories for the best one which would make this fucked up situation pretty. It wasn’t revisiting the text messages your girlfriend sent me. It wasn’t remembering the way you used to touch me. The hardest part of writing you this was trying to figure out of it should be a love letter, hate mail, or an apology.
You are the honey to my bee and I guess thats kind of messed up to say because I never even liked honey before you. The strangest part of this is that I like honey now, so much so my lips often crave it. I bet hers do too. I wonder who you crave, or are we both just hives caging you from someone else.