The Youngest Beekeeper by M.S.


“I want to be a beekeeper!” She shouts proudly clasping her hands together. “Hey Maya! Take a look!” As her fingers unravel a bee buzzes out seemingly confused flying around in circles around her. “I caught it on the hibiscus bush, cool right?” I stare blankly at her with my mouth partly opening gawking at what I had just witnessed. Bees? I was positively terrified. I had never been stung and I wasn’t planning on my first time come from a bee my very own sister aggravated. I always imagined one of those bees my sister caught to fly straight up to me and sting me on the face. But they never did. And in some magical way with all the bugs and creatures my sister has caught, not one has stung her. She’s like a bug whisperer.

As the bee loops on out of sight, I let out a breathe of air that I was holding in since I saw the infestation. I had just avoided what could have been a terrible catastrophe. “Maya! Get over here! There are so many bees!”

Spring. I hated spring. Especially in Massachusetts. I couldn’t handle all the bugs polluting our fresh air outside. Living right by a river, I always ended up being mosquito food the second I stepped foot outside. And mosquitoes loved me. But the real danger were the bees. I causally motioned over to the bloomed hibiscus bush we have on the side of our house. The house we lived in was the same age as me, give or take a few days, but every year on my birthday I celebrated the birth of the house too, and everything I loved about it. It made me feel connected to something surreal. I always thought it was funny that the house was so big, and I was still so small despite being the same age. The hibiscus bush has always been there for as long as I can remember, and every time I got home from school I’d be sure to check on it to make sure it was still alive and well.

Sure enough there it was, a colony of what seemed like a million bees infesting the beautiful hibiscus bush, and my sister was there having a gleeful time. I panicked, unsure of how to save the gorgeous flowers. “Isn’t this great, the bees are pollinating the flowers!” Pollinating? The bees are pollinating it? Dear god… they’re destroying it! It’s a disease! Save it! Hurry up and save it! My face grew red in fury and I started shaking. I knew all insects were the scum of the Earth, there is no such thing as a good bug! Above all, I couldn’t believe my sister was letting these beasts kill our hibiscus bush. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I found myself standing there confused, angry, and crying.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” My sister says in disbelief to my distress. “They’re just bees.” Through my blurry eyes and shaky palms I slowly lift my hands to point at a bee crawling into a flower. Her eyes widened once she realized what I was so worked up over, and she let out a chuckle. I bent my head down and started to rub the tears away.

“They’re helping the flowers.” She laughed. Her wisdom shocked me, freezing me. Helping? Could those disgusting things actually be helping this planet? There’s no way. They’re killing all things good. I looked up, ready to fight her with my own words of wisdom, but then she said something even more surprising than the last: “Bees are a huge part of keeping this land beautiful.” A bee crawled out of the flower all covered in yellow fuzz. I watched as it started to hover over the hibiscus as if to say thank you and goodbye!  It seemed almost… peaceful. As it flew along its merry way humming its song away from the bush, I inspected the flower, noticing everything was okay. “Pollination is nothing bad, Maya. You see, I love bees for all the busy hard work they do behind the scenes to keep the world intact. And no one ever thanks them for their work! In fact, just as much as the flower helps the bee, the bee also helps the flower.”

I couldn’t believe it, I mean I knew my sister was crazy, but there is no way she was crazy enough to make this stuff up. To my three year old brain, everything was unknown and everything unknown was evil, and that’s just how I thought. However as I watched the millions of bees swarm around the colors of the flowers, I saw a symphony to it, and knew just for once my sister was right. Maybe there was some good insects in the world. Maybe their is a harmony to our planet that needs these creatures. There has to be a reason for their existence besides just to annoy me. I mean, I guess if they aren’t doing any harm to the hibiscus bush, they can stay. For now. Just as long as they stay far, far, far away from me.

“You don’t welly wanna be a beekeeper do ya sis?” I the words slowly left my mouth as I questioned her.

“I can be anything I want to be, Maya, but bees sure are cool.”