Reviewed by Tori Hartman

A year ago, I sat in my yard surrounded by bees buzzing in the trees above me. I made a comment that in the “bee crisis” I had found them; they were in my yard. Today, a year later, I’m finding dead bees strewn all over my garden.

As a child I feared them. I still hold a scar on my shoulder of where a small hive defended themselves against the child who stumbled upon them during her afternoon play.