I once stepped on a bee and cried because it hurt. I cried for the wrong reasons; killing a bee should have been my priority. Forgive me, I was five. Now I’m older I realise their importance. Like how my town, which once bloomed, slowly wilts with each passing year. The daffodils that once scattered our lawn have stopped growing. Our town replant flowers, rather than them blossoming because they no longer flourish every spring.
Since the late 1990’s, bee populations have declined. Bees are responsible for balance in our ecosystems, a third of the food on our plates, and are worth around €265 billion economically. Yet we ignore them as pollinators for no good reason. Perhaps they are too small for us to see the bigger picture. We destroy