I hated extermination ever since then, and I would try to convince them to try bee rescue, however they were too lazy to even consider it then or now
I grew up as a city neighborhood girl, and of course I hated it… So several days I would spend dreaming away living in the country, riding horses and also enjoying the peaceful scenery around me; oh how I would imagine running through fields of wheat with the dawn sky painted above me, then I would go and choose flowers and also collect them. I’d watch the bumble bees buzz by, and usually around that point is when I would be snapped to reality by our educator, and then all I would see is four walls surrounded by a concrete jungle… My parents, for some reason unknown to me, were blissful here, even though I was excited to get out of here. My parents are almost opposites of me, because they seem to hate nature. Every one of us has a lot of flowers in our small yard, and then evidently, that attracts bumblebees and also honeybees. I always liked seeing pollinate our flowers, however our parents did not. Even though that helps keep the flowers alive, our parents were determined to remove the bees, they always had bee extermination, and then it always made me so sad, which made me feel terrible for the bees. Our community had residential bee removal, so our parents took luck of that, and legitimately had bee removal at least once a month. I hated extermination ever since then, and I would try to convince them to try bee rescue, however they were too lazy to even consider it then or now. I couldn’t wait for the morning when I could get out on our own, and finally live rurally. Then I could have a natural paradise with all of the bees in the world out there, and also without the threat of commercial bee removal.