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I’m very skeptical about this. Last I’ve heard, CCD is caused by a combination of factors, and to blindly point a finger at one source without references just ticks my bullshit meter. Anyone got science to back this up?
I checked out this page on the Ontario Beekeeper’s Association website, and found a couple of recent papers on the subject (though, granted, they are against the use of neonicotinoid, so it might be a one-sided story). The general consensus seems to be (bee?) that sublethal doses of neonicotinoids cause changes in behavior and physiology which leads to colony collapse - immune suppression to make them more susceptible to disease, negative change in foraging behavior, abandonment of poisoned hives, etc - so, yes, it seems that it is a combination of factors, which are aggravated by pesticide poisoning.
Richard J Gill, Nigel E. Raine. Chronic impairment of bumblebee natural foraging behavious induced by sublethal pesticide exposure. Functional Ecology, British Ecological Society July 7, 2014
Chensheng Lu, Kenneth M. Warchol, Richard A. Callahan Sublethal exposure to neonicotinoids impaired honey bees winterization before proceeding to colony collapse disorder. Department of Environmental Health, Harvard School of Public Health. Bulletin of Insectology 2014
Dave Goulson An overview of the environmental risks posed by neonicotinoid pesticides. Journal of Applied Ecology 2013
Jeroen P VanderSluijs, Noa Simon-Delso, Dave Goulson, Laura Maxim, Jean-MarcBonmatin, Luc P. Belzunes Neonicotinoids, bee disorders and the sustainability of pollinator services Current Opinion Environmental Sustainability 2013
Rosemary Mason, Henk Tennekes, Francisco Sanchez-Bayo Immune Suppression by Neonicotinoid Insecticides at the Root of Global Wildlife Declines. Journal of Environmental Immunology. 2013I’ve seen a bunch of “save the bees” post floating around tumblr, but this is the first one anyone bothered to put sources on.Thank you. (However I’m not going to look at the sources now, but hopefully I will remember to do so later.)
Not to mention that stopping the use of these pesticides is one of the easiest things we could control— if people were willing. It’s hard to control parasites and internal issues that the bee faces, but it is not hard to stop spraying crops with harmful pesticides.
Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”.
the night that jesus of nazareth was born, a star shone over a manger in bethlehem, and angels descended from heaven to sing their praises to the people of earth, and to celebrate: rejoice, for a savior is born, gloria in excelsis Deo.
the night that dean winchester was born was a much calmer, much more somber affair. the trumpets still sounded, but heaven tilted on its axis, and michael’s attention was drawn to earth. it was not a night for celebration.
but on the day of sam winchester’s birth, there was no resounding glory, no praise, no hosannahs. there was the single, sad note of a solitary trumpet, and then only the drums of war.
a footsoldier of the third sphere looked to the sky of the eternal tuesday afternoon, and listened, the sound and the beat forever imprinted in his memory.
(they say that the demons who hid in the nooks and crannies of brimstone and suffering could hear the drums, too - they closed their eyes and began to pray. six months later, a single wise man would be led to a cradle by the star of morning.)
the day that the footsoldier met the boy king for the very first time, he heard the drums again - only this time, it wasn’t drums, but the pulse of sam’s blood, his sticky sickly tainted blood beating a drum under his skin and in his eyes and in castiel’s heart
and castiel sank to his knees, uttering hosannahs long overdue, praises falling from his lips
ave rex inferni