Secret Life of Bees

Lily cannot take care of the bees in the jar, and when she notices their lethargic movements, she knows she has to set them free.

The poor creatures perched on the bottom barely moving, obviously pining away for flight. I remembered then the way they’d slipped from the cracks inmy walls and flown for the sheer joy of it. I thought about the way my mother had built trails of graham-cracker crumbs and marshmallow to lure roaches from the house rather than step on them. I doubted she would’ve approved of keeping bees in a jar. I unscrewed the lid and set it aside.