As I sat in the outdoor hotbath, a bee flew into the pool.
It madly beat its wings in a desperate attempt to escape back in to the sky.
As the only witness to the bee’s life and death struggle, I had a choice to make: I could do nothing and watch it die, or I could rescue it.
I chose to rescue it.
I carefully scooped it out of the water and lay it in the sun.
It dried itself, flew into the next hotbath pool, and died shortly after.
It really is a question of “to bee or not to bee” for all living things.
For this bee, it was “not to bee”.
note: Being a native in an old Tarzan movie really is Shakespeare!
double note: Who bee’d in the pool?
triple note: I hope in its last few seconds of consciousness the bee thought, “I don’t think that guy is going to come over here.”
quadruple note: What a has been!
I Am The Cheese 
Poor bee 😦
Who bee’d in the pool? LOL! You amaze me!
Oh, and like The Monkees beeliver tag. I’m a big Monkees fan.
I like this story. It has such a happy ending.
That lion looks a bit too happy to be secretly watching you bathe from behind a tree
Thanks for all the comments.
Jose: thanks for stopping by. In truth, I was inspired by a wasp that flew into the hotbath I was sitting in. I saved it and it flew away; if that makes you feel any better.
Tammy: thanks! I was hoping someone would comment on the “Shakespeare” line; I am disappointed again.
S. Le: I think this one goes more under “tragedy” than “comedy”. I don’t think Shakespeare did any Sonnets about Bees in Bonnets!
Viktor: The lion had to wait his turn for the hotbath. Thanks for recognizing it as a lion.
Before you saved him, he probably looked at you and thought ” Beelzebub” ! ” I’m going to drown”!
Happy Humbug Holidays to you PR.
bonnieluria: hee hee! I hope you had or are having extended holidays like I am.