A beegrub, just grown and soon to take further shape, once again in a floral frame. The grub is head down in a bee-cell. On the other side of the thin wax, another small bee is also growing, forehead to forehead with this one... they trade thoughts across the membrane, remembering previous years and forms, preparing for more fun in a new life.     Fortunately, the Mesopotamian bees flourished, and quickly took root, in the empty hives of the dead bees.