This gentle Bumble Bee is on the Nice side of my little digital work. (Yes, it borrowed the title from the old protest song.)
The other side is Not so Very Nice; that's if we keep ignoring the warnings of Mother Nature and repeat sayinng what we want to hear like an old record stuck in a track.
"I want you to panic", said young miss Greta. But I'm sorry to say that this is how grownups actually do behave when they panic. It's an coming of age thing; one among other things about grownups that aren't funny to realize if you happen to become one.
But that's not the point. My point was that if grownups don't take care of pollinators, there soon won't be any. 3/4 of the food that we eat is dependent of something usually buzzing or fluttering to take care of their pollen. If they starve, we will starve. There are endless things to do: Keeping to indigenous plants (bees and c:o prefer local cuisine) stopping unnecessary mowing, cutting pesticides out, etc. etc. I know, most of us don't have a garden. Our roots are growing in concrete. But things like pollution has to go down (buzzing things hate it too) and awareness has to rise -- I think that the point is to begin somewhere and do something.
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