Celebrate National Honey Bee Day
Yes, honey bees have their own National Holiday, thanks to the beekeepers of America. Hallmark doesn’t have a card for it yet, but on the third Saturday of every August, honey bees are on parade. And so they should be for all the work they do and all the joy they bring into our lives.
Without the honey bee pollinating apples and oranges and strawberries and hundreds of other fruits and vegetables, we’d have nothing to eat except Spam and frozen dinners. We will have nothing not just to eat but to take care of our health as propolis, bee pollen pills and other bee products are very important in everyday life.
What would hot biscuits be like with honey? Or a honey-baked ham without honey? Sweet, thick honey is nature’s natural sweetener. Healthy and tasty.
Bees make us laugh including the black-sheep of the bee family, the infamous killer bee. Who couldn’t help but roar with laughter when comedian John Belushi donned his ‘Killer Bee’ custom on Saturday Night Live and created havoc on our television sets with his fellow K bees.
Comedian Jerry Seinfeld though bees were funny enough to create a full-length animated movie titled…you guessed it – BEE MOVIE. Unfortunately, movie critic only gave it a B rating, but audiences enjoyed it.
Think about how bees have contributed to our English language. When someone works hard, they’re “busy as a bee.” Get too nosy and people will tell you to “mind your own beeswax!”
When mom takes charge around the house, she’s the “Queen Bee.”
Or how about the old expression “bees knees?” It means ‘cool’ or ‘awesome’ to most people, but the origin of the phrase is unclear. One theory is that since bees carry pollen back to the hive in sacs on their legs, there is goodness to be found around a bee’s knee.
Bees aren’t always nice. Step on one and you’ll quickly discover that little stinger on their tail packs a pretty good wallop. Usually removing the stinger quickly, applying some ice on the bite, and taking a mild pain-killer will resolve the problem.
Unfortunately for the honey bee, the stinger he left buried on your skin is its death warrant. As the honeybee tries to pull out the stinger, it ruptures its lower abdomen, leaving the stinger embedded, pulling out instead a string of digestive material, muscles, glands and a venom sac. This, of course, results in its quick, and hopefully painless, demise.
So the next time the third Saturday in August rolls around, pay homage to the tiny but oh so important flying insect with the fuzzy little body, big eyes, and tiny gossamer wings. They’re an important part of our life.