Biology is a Beautiful Thing

Being a part of biology is a beautiful thing. I believe that studying biology is one of the more nobler things that a bumble bee could do with his/her time. I know that I belong in biology through many indicators. For one, who else would take it a compliment to be compared to a bumble bee. While many would simply see a nuisance bug whose sole purpose on this earth is to buzz around and sting people, I see a bumble bee as what it does. A bumble bee helps to keep this world beautiful through pollination to help the flowers grow and flourish; a bumble bee helps the world stay delicious through the creation of honey; and a bumble bee helps to keep the world singing. I do not know of any other being, besides humans, who is so happy with it's work that it sings as it works, what else could the buzzing of a bumble bee mean. I believe than any true biology enthusiast would take it as the greatest compliment to be compared to an insect. For instance, one of my professors I could gladly compare to a caterpillar. I can easily see the Coleman Caterpillar sitting up in a tree, starring down at the earth contemplating photosynthesis and cell respiration as he munches on leaves. When asked by a bird what he is doing he would respond, "I came for the view... and the leaves." While this caterpillar is rather laid back, I would more easily represent another professor as a beetle. The Jefferies beetle would be seen scurrying the ground with his cynically sarcastic view of the world. While this seemingly subtle little bug is happily rushing about the Murdianti Prey Mantis would gladly stand on a flower and stare at the world through her bejeweled eyes. This creature is a strange and exotic beauty with an intelligence that I have never quite seen in a bug. If any these professors were have the inclination to find this blog and read it, I believe that they would actually be complimented by the way I have represented them through a bumble bee's eyes.

But of course not everyone would take it as a compliment. Education majors would look at this comparison and find it outrageous. Who would have the nerve to compare theses people with insects, lowly creatures who do not contribute to the world? Me. And so I would more accurately compare the teachers of the world to marsupials. Who else would be able to care for the little children of the world, but those who were indefinitely made to do so? I can just image the little Brooke Koala sitting up in a tree and teaching all the little children of the world how to count eucalyptuses leaves.

There are those however do I do not believe fall quite into any of these categories. I would categorize my parents as otters. These adorable little creatures are like puzzle pieces who belong nowhere else except in each other's arms. (Did you know that otters hold hands when they sleep, so as not to float away from one another? That's just straight up adorable.) While these little creatures are adorable they are also crafty. (They use rocks as tools. Now that's cool.) But others, not my parents, are not puzzle pieces. I think that one of the biggest mooches of this world would be a bear. They may have the bare necessities, but they do not make it themselves. "The bees are buzzing in the trees to make some honey just for me." Why on earth does that bear believe that I make honey for him? I certainly did not wake up this morning thinking that I should work hard all day so that someone who does no work should benefit from my hard work.

My brother and sister are hard to define. Part of me thinks that my sister could be a butterfly, because she is so bright in color, and graceful in flight. But part of me says that a butterfly is not nearly as fierce as my sister is. And so with this I would describe my sister a wild cat, perhaps a cheetah, or a bobcat. Simply because they are graceful, (If you've never seen a big wild cat move before, go out and get a documentary. They are very graceful.) powerful, and brilliant. All these things describe my sister and I believe she will read this and agree completely with me. My brother is difficult as well. Some part of my brain says a dog of some sort, probably a wolf. A wolf fits him because they are quite little creatures, but as soon as they open their mouths you realize that much goes on in their heads, and they are not simple in the slightest. My brother will not openly agree to this. He will simply nod his head in agreement and smile that smile that he has.

I will now return to being a little biology bumble bee. I do have a test to study for. And so I will sign off and fly off.