Two just died right in front of my eyes. On landed on my thigh in a zigzag way and began to flop around once it landed. I debated to put it out of its misery, then decided...no. I will let it go naturally. It took about 2 minutes for it to buzz it's last. The second one was still feebly moving it's legs and I sat there with one dead bee in my hand after I plucked it off my leg, the other at my feet on the warm sidewalk. Within a short time, the second one died. ...
If I was lying in your yard, flopping around and gasping for air, would you call 911, put me out of my misery, or just stand there in a detached curious way watching me die while contemplating the mysteries of nature?
I have seen bees flop around....and then fly off. I was ready to do it, believe me. But I hesitated. What if......
I also remembered the butterfly that got bit by the spider. I carefully unwrapped the silk coccoon...and waited. That butterfly lived. It drank out of a jar cap filled with sugar water. It was my companion for a whole 2 weeks. It could not fly due to my fingers, unwrapping it, holes, etc. But it could flutter. And it drank. And on the last day that I didn't know would be the last day..I had it on my finger outside and it began to furiously flap. To my surprise....it rose about 3 feet and sailed over the fence to the tree next door. I presume the last UMPH it had, to lay it's eggs since their life span is so short.
So how could I kill the bee...and not know for sure that it was dying...or it just might do what the butterfly did?