I knew them, those May-bug larvæ, that in thousands crawl up on the
flowers and hide themselves under their petals. Did I not know them and
yet admire them, those bold, cunning parasites, that sit hidden and
wait, only wait, even if it is for weeks, until a bee comes, in whose
yellow and black down they can hide. And did I not know their hateful
skill just when the little cell-builder has filled a room with honey
and on its surface laid the egg from which the rightful owner of the
cell and the honey will come forth, just then to creep down on the egg
and with careful balancing sit on it as on a boat; for if they should
come down into the honey, they would drown. And while the bee covers
the thimble-like cell with a green roof and carefully shuts in its
young one, the yellow larva tears open the egg with its sharp jaws and
devours its contents, while the egg-shell has still to serve as craft
on the dangerous honey-sea.
But gradually the little yellow larva grows flat and big and can swim
by itself on the honey and drink of it, and in the course of time a
fat, black beetle comes out of the bee-cell. It is certain that this is
not what the little bee wished to effect by its work, and however
cunningly and cleverly the beetle may have behaved, it is nevertheless
nothing but a lazy parasite, who deserves no sympathy.
And my bee, my own little, industrious bee, bad flown about with such a
yellow hanger-on in its down. But while the spider had spun round with
it, the larva had loosened and fallen down on the spider-web, and now
the big, orange spider came and gave it a bite and transformed it in a
second into a skeleton without life or substance.
When the little bee came again, its humming was like a hymn to life.
“Oh, thou beauteous life,” it said. “I thank thee that happy work among
roses and sunshine has fallen to my lot. I thank thee that I can enjoy
thee without anxiety or fear.
“Well I know that spiders lie in wait and beetles steal, but happy work
is mine, and brave freedom from care. Oh, thou beauteous life, thou
glorious existence!”
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