RED BEEEEES!

A little late to the party on the Red Bee story.* But, at a moment when the Cod feels like the first graf of Moby Dick, there is reason to smile here. 

“I didn’t want to believe it,” said Ms. Mayo, a soft-spoken young woman who has long been active in the slow-food movement. She found it particularly hard to believe that the bees would travel all the way from Governors Island to gorge themselves on junk food. “Why would they go to the cherry factory,” she said, “when there’s a lot for them to forage right there on the farm?”

Exactly. It is reassuring that even a what is basically a bundle of neurons with janketty wings has the same bad values. The bees cruised right by their fields of clover or whatever for something redder and sweeter. Instead of discussing William Gaddis over a glass of biodynamically produced wine and an heirloom potato personally harvested and hearth roasted by the chef, sometimes one wants to drink Four Loko, eat food that turns your fingers orange, and watch YouTube clips of Elmo motorboating Katy Perry. You and I are not so different, bees. 

*If there is not a Red Hook Red Bees youth soccer team this spring, I will be disappointed. 

Comments

[TSWSarah]

Bees, like some of us, are lazy and cheap. Maybe they were off on a Shirley Temple binge.

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