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I smiled sadly at your mention of grouchier paper wasps. Before the 2020 wildfire that came for my acres by a river near a forest in Oregon, I’d cultivated ever more wildness around my place over the 16 years I’d tended it.

My porch paper wasps were downright friendly back at home... even the bald-faced hornets were gentle! They had plenty of resources, clean air, a diversity of chemical-free flowers and other insects on which to prey.

We had no evacuation notice, the wildfire started so close, I had maybe 20 minutes to flee. I fled to family in California, the Bay Area... Silicon Valley. Where bees drop dying from the sky some days... and most days, I see none at all, even with flowers blooming. Even the honey bees here are aggressive... they’re poisoned, I see it, I wish I could help them.

If only we’d slow down, like you say. I loved my slow life in Oregon... gardening, growing food, watching so many bees buzz through their lives happily... so many plants and other critters. This place of concrete and endless objects, some ironically made to look natural... just ever more resources extracted. It all feels outlandish to me, and yet most people seem to love it here.

I appreciate your thoughts and essays. I’ve learned much from your threads, particularly about the mining required for these so-called renewables. It’s good to know there are others who see all that we’re doing, turning the natural world to waste, ever more and ever faster.

Slowing down... it’s a good philosophy, folks’d even be happier over time. So would so many other lifeforms, including the bees and wasps.

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