Honeybee up the Creek

Paddling the Powhatan Creek on a fall day I floated near the saltmarsh at low tide. The mud heaved with armored creatures that I alarmed, hauling themselves on ten legs to run into the reeds with a giant claw like a fiddle under an arm. The abundance of nature is still gob-smacking. If the scene is magnified in the imagination, Michael Crichton could have written the story Brachurid Park.

Sandy Bay, Powhatan Creek, looking toward Jamestown Island

Close to the bank, dozens of small fishes leapt out of the water for a second, as if checking for the long, pointed beak of a fisherman up to his knees. And then my bow suddenly lifted and slammed down as a huge snapping turtle disturbed on the creek bed made off with as much panic as it left me steadying my kayak.

But none of those sights were as indelible as the tiny spinning whirlpool in a patch of still water. Paddling to see if the insect caught in a meniscus would be gobbled by a fish I found a drowning honeybee.

For nearly a quarter hour I watched and tried to rescue it on the blade of my paddle, but it always slipped off in the wash. Eventually it caught and I knocked it onto my prow to study it. Golden-yellow, the bee wasn’t from my Russian colony four miles away. Over several minutes it scrubbed its head and body and dried in the afternoon sunshine. Then it flew off, with my blessing. The boy scout of years ago rose inside: it was my good deed for the day.

I can’t help reflecting that I am the stranger of the two, and perhaps of all species. Every day I am responsible for the death of living creatures by eating, driving, gardening, etc., and when not in the deed I am complicit through others. And yet, I now take more care of my choices as a consumer and try to avoid harming animals met as individuals, like the mouse in our house and the worm exposed by my garden fork, but if I try to be Franciscan, revering all nature, I soon fail. I am guilty of deliberately stepping on a giant cockroach today.

About Roger Gosden

British-born scientist specializing in reproduction & embryology. Career as professor & research director spanned from Cambridge to Cornell's Weill Medical College in NYC. Married to Lucinda Veeck Gosden, embryologist for the first successful IVF team in America. Retired early to Williamsburg, Virginia, to write and recover from 'nature deficit disorder'. Currently a visiting scholar at William & Mary. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Gosden
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3 Responses to Honeybee up the Creek

  1. Hearts Ease Landscape & Garden Design says:

    Loved this, Roger…I agonize over the same ironies.

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    • Roger Gosden says:

      Peggy. Thanks. Would love to show you the yard even though it’s fading now. Sorry I can’t give you my phone # here because it then becomes public. Hope to see you nevertheless

  2. Jenny says:

    I too am guilty of squashing the little cockroaches and flies that get inside the house in summer, though catch spiders and beetles and export them to the garden.
    I give a jar-lid of water to the tiny skinks that seek out respite from the summer heat in our kitchen cupboards, and I rescue bees and beetles from swimming pools whenever I see them, it is satisfying to see them dry off and fly off! We also have an orphaned possum that was sheltering on a ledge on our house’s stone wall now living in a coconut fibre-lined hanging basket outside the kitchen window.
    On the other hand, mosquitoes definitely deserve not to live and if there is such a thing as Karma I hope I don’t come back as one…

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