Dear Mulberry,
The camper had climbed to the top of the piano. You looked like you might follow, but they looked like they were climbing down. Then, you saw a bee on the ground. Soon lots of others had come to look at the bee. I thought the bee was dead, but then we saw one of its legs moving.
Someone gently tried to move it with a twig, and the bee clung to the twig. We talked about how bees help grow the food we eat and how if they lose their stinger they die. We talked about how sometimes it’s time to let animals go and how we can help them die gently so they don’t suffer.
The camper decided it was the bee’s time and quickly smooshed them. You used a leaf to pick up the bee, and another helped me bury the bee. We said thank you before placing the bee in the hole we dug and covering them.
Love,
Teacher Michelle