bee dead, not quite. But. Incarcerated by five year old boy. until leg stops twitching. Then. Squish. (Lord of the flies bees)


Today my mum took the kids while Chris and I had some much needed time to ourselves worked our asses off in the flat (the solicitor/estate agent is coming tomorrow)

When we picked them up Rudy very excitedly presented me with the above fella. He proceeded to tell me that the bee was "in bee heaven" - he was speaking quite literally and meant that, yes, the interior of this box was bee heaven. So, is bee heaven a conglomerate of tiny Rose festooned capsules all bobbing around never colliding? Hmmm. A kind of theological question for the sabbath.

Anyway, as I took the picture, which at the time I thought was a rather splendid death portrait, the leg in the distance started to twitch and I realised that the bee was 'coming back' - or not dead at all - but seeing as I have started on a biblical blah dee blah let's stick with the first assumption.

Rudy still ignorant of the quavering leg told me that the bee must stay in his heavenly box for a year and then - with a short sharp clapping gesture - "squish" he would be flattened. A very complex and intriguing ritual to which I have never previously been privy, but now I shall know what to do if I ever chance upon a dead bee again.


change of heart yesterday