insects - 2
There is a beetle around this area that I have always called a June bug. Its wing coverings are a dull metallic green and I remember them from way back in my youth. We used to catch them, tie a long thread around a rear leg and fly them almost like one would a model plane – before the radio controlled ones came along. These beetles came by to feed on over-ripe figs and they lined up on them like small dull metallic green hogs at a feed trough.
In the process of “harvesting” some weeds in the garden area, I was reminded that my least favorite bug – other than the mosquito – is the stinkbug. What causes my great dislike for them is the fact that they lurk about in a productive area (my garden) and stick their snout in someone else’s business (my veggies) and if you mess with them they raise a stink. That reminds me of the way some people are – don’t know if these persons are imitating stinkbugs or the stinkbugs are acting like them.
There is always something to cause joy, even in the pulling of weeds and I took great pleasure in treading upon the portion of the stinkbug population that I shook out of the weeds. Several of the ones I enjoyed squishing hadn’t even grown into full adult stink-hood, but it mattered not, they had to go into stink oblivion. If I had not offed them, they would have produced more stinkers for next year.
It was pretty hot and as I sat in the shade, sipping water to cool down for a few minutes a very sad thing happened. Suddenly a bee made a tumbling crash landing on the sunny (and hot) part of the driveway. This seemed a bit odd, but then it made another effort at flight that only lasted about three feet and again it crashed. Tumbling on its back, it lay there pawing the air. I knew it was in trouble so I flicked it into the grass as gently as I could. Even in the grass it didn’t improve and the legs slowed in their movement and finally stopped.
This bee had worked tirelessly for and with its hive-mates for the whole year, but when it came time to die, it died alone. We as humans think it’s sad – and it is – when someone dies without family nearby, but in the truest physical sense, we all die alone. But if we have given our lives to Jesus, He meets us at death’s portal and for all eternity we will have the joy of togetherness that on this earth we could only dream about. ec