20221031-1857. Remember in a recent blog a few days ago about rescuing an black bumblebee that was found upside-down on the kitchen counter sink near the opened kitchen window?
Well, being a traditionalist, I scooped it up in a regular plastic cup and flat piece of stiff paper mailer and heard it buzz its little wings inside the cup as I hurriedly opened the back sliding door and iron grill door and went out back to place the little critter upon the dried-up patches of brown lawn.
Then of course during my flushing out and refilling in the birdbath with water, I saw that the black bumblebee was upside down in the cement gutter the following day.
By my own hands, I tend to yeet things; so I guess I’m NOT supposed to be in care of living critters as I do NOT have the patience and lack the understanding of care until the VERY end. My bad. I’m sad.
But that’s life and something I’m becoming more desensitized or numb to the process of death and dying and of pain and suffering. Nothing seems to bother me anymore. No longer am I bothered by the plight of others – NOT so much my own self-preservation but rather taking a neutral stance as observing nature in its perfection like its CREATOR(s).
That’s all. FlynnsPaws.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!