“I mean, what’s their point? What do they do for us?” Calum is emphatic in his opinions. He has similar views of football hooligans and foreigners.
“Pollination” I suggest.
A wisp of smoke curls from the pest gun as he advances on the filo-pastry wasp nest.
Calum shakes his great grizzled head. “The beggars stung me for no reason. Bees don’t do that. Bees are useful.”
“Maybe they don’t need to be useful. Perhaps it’s enough that they exist?”
Like an activist protecting a mangrove swamp from a marina developer, I step forward and seize his wrist.
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