The Flight of the Bumblebee
With fascination I’ve followed this week’s breaking news. (Well, here in Sweden. Keep in mind that we’re a small country) In a horrid act of pillage, a group of British scientists are planning on abducting one hundred – yupp, one hundred – of our bumblebees and taking them back to the UK. Okay, so we’re not talking about any old kind of bumblebee, no we’re talking about the Short-haired Bumblebee (in difference, I assume, from the Long-haired Bumblebee, or the Curly-coated Bumblebee or the Long-legged Bimbobee) The species is extinct in the UK, while here in Sweden we have a thriving population. Or not, depending on whom you talk to… Major hullabaloo has broken out among the eco community.
I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry. We’re expending energy (ink, paper, time) over one hundred bumblebees???? It seems to me that whenever I lie down on my modest lawn I always disturb one of these aerodynamic impossibilities, with an irritated droning as a consequence. Yes, I must admit that I’ve never looked close enough to ascertain whether the insects in my garden are Short-haired, but they don’t exactly seem in need of a haircut…
Dear British scientists; please help yourselves to the required bumblebees. And then let’s concentrate on the really important stuff in life instead, okay? Like eradicating starvation, or child prostitution, or nuclear warheads, or … Boy, can I make this list long!