Colony Collapse

No, the bee was not three and a half feet long. It was a normal, bee-sized bee and was sitting depressed and damaged, perhaps drunk, (despairing?) on my windshield, which, transparent, forms a key part of this photograph, perhaps the most important part. Pardon the focus: like I said, the bee was feeling off. It had a parasite in its abdomen. Pesticides made it feel as stupid and woozy as the rest of us. Like the Israelis, it had a bad case of Israeli Acute Paralysis Virus. When I started my car, the wipers came on and shoveled the bee off the windshield. It got stuck on my side mirror for a block or so, then tumbled out of sight.