The Last Bumblebee

The very title of this blog--"You Never Can Tell with Bees and the Philosophy of College Students"--implies that somewhere along the way there will be some discourse on philosophy. I don't know what could have possibly possessed me to add that last part on the title, because writing about bees is relatively mindless, while writing about philosophy requires actual knowledge of the subject.

Bah ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Anyway, I've decided to make this post the first one to actually tackle the philosophy portion of my title's contractual agreement with you, the reader. However, because I have no formal understanding of philosophy, I'm going to just be ripping most of it off from movies.

For instance, I watched "The Last Samurai" for the first time this weekend. That movie had butt-loads of philosophy in it, such as, "Don't drink" and "Samurai swords are better than bayonets and bows are better than rifles, but neither sword nor bow can shake a stick at the crank-operated submachine gun".

Warning: Movie Spoilers Ahead...and Behind (sorry about that)

All the samurai die--except Tom Cruise, if he is indeed a true samurai. Perhaps the true last samurai was Katsumoto, who stabbed himself (with Tom Cruise's help--yes, the character's name was "Tom Cruise") after getting shot about five million times with the aforementioned submachine gun. He killed himself by his own sword because the samurai were very proud people who deeply respected the old traditions, and it was unbearably shameful to live after a defeat on the battlefield.

I tell you all this because I wonder how the last bumblebee would act in a similar situation. Let's say the last bumblebee got stung by five million hornets. Would he pull out his stinger and stab himself in his fat, furry belly? Or would he hobble up onto his feet, beat his wings with all his might, and fly away, smacking into a nearby tree?

I tend to think the latter because bumblebees are incredibly stupid.