I Was Asked About My Spirit Animal


The Bee is best known for its honey and its stingers. The Bee is a key pollinator for many plants and lives in a hive with 50,000 cousins. The Bee lives long days and sleeps in a bed of beeswax. When the sun is out, The Bee supports life. He rarely considers the implications or sense of responsibility which seem natural to follow from his daily role as some sort of insectile caretaker.

The Bee must flap its wings, each no more than a centimeter across, 200 times a second in order to keep his .00025-pound frame from falling. The Bee plays with scale. If you were to make a five-pound dumbbell out of bees, you would need 20,000. That many bees could produce enough honey to fill five sedan-sized gas tanks. That much honey contains over 5 billion Joules of chemical potential energy. For the average adult American male to have the same amount of gravitational potential energy, he would need to be lifted 6.4 million feet off the ground, a height which, coincidentally, is well above the habitable zone of the atmosphere for both bees and humans. 5 billion Joules is the amount of energy found in a single lightning bolt. The Bee manages to be physically small but metaphorically big. 

After 800 kilometers of flight, approximately, The Bee's wings will tire, his muscle tissue fried and overwhelmed and exhausted. At this point, he will stop buzzing, feel still air on his antennae for the first time, and fall to the ground. The Bee will then lie, still in moments and spasming his wings in some sort of instinctual, reflexive pattern in others. He will not unstick himself from the Earth again. Despite all this, The Bee keeps flying.


The Bee's corpse will itself become soil, making one last contribution to the well-being of local plant life and ecosystems. The Bee is entirely unaware of this fact.


By Colton Wills

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