Busy
French bees are dying, she tells me.
Not because of big Agro pushing its products, threatening finance interruptus,
the short-term win killing the long-term love. The bees are dying because the
Chinese have planted killer bees that lay their eggs in the French bees. Like
mantises they behead, like termites they eat wood, like wasps they colonize
from within the good-hearted worker bee herself.
Oh, these Chinese bees. They’re aggressive as South American bees and twice times the size. Easily they kill the French bees. A single smear of their honey leaves you braindead but unable to stop consuming Chinese imports. There you go, buying twice what you need. There are bees flying all over the blossoming trees, cherry and quince, even willows and camellias, but she knows the bees are dying, just going through the motions.
She can tell the Chinese ladybugs from the French. The vulgar Chinese are gaudy with too many dots. The French ladybugs are subtly accented with two, at most four, asymmetrical for interest. Chinese ladybugs adapt quickly. They do not care about tradition. They undersell the French ladybugs and take over their turf. You’d think there would be enough for all, aphids being what they are, but no. Oh no.
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