It was still alive while I was taking the photo. I doubt it lived too much longer after I left. I could tell he was depressed, but I don’t speak “bee”, so after failing to engage him in a dance I thought would show him the upside to life, I figured it was best just to leave him alone. Maybe I’m trying to absolve myself of any guilt, but he did seem pretty determined. Plus he had a knife and seemed ready to lash out before turning it on himself.