Musings on a Bee, Dying

2715119827_fdb30bf1b0I found this bee clinging to a cosmos after a rain storm tonight.  He was obviously, old, dying.

I had to fight the urge to pick him up and comfort him.  I don't know what comfort I could offer to a dying bee--maybe I would have just frightened him?

Which made me think--do bees know about fear?  Or death?

How strange to go through life with no knowledge of your own mortality.