I know that you are worried about pollinators, and that you curse the day that we began to apply economic values to things like air, scenery, and species diversity. It seemed like a good way to get through their thick skulls at the time, but I wish we had never gotten into bed with them in the first place.
Now that the damage is done, what do we do with ourselves and our billions dollar industry of fill-in- the-blank? I do not know. I do not know.
I do know that in our perfect world, the one we live in; not the other one, not the one where everything is quantifiable in currency and utility to humans; there is plenty of gorgeous, useful, and exotic treasure to be sentiently enjoyed.
This year we had some real humdinger bumblebees in the wooly blue curls. Golly they were great! They were of regal bearing: Large and loud and remarkable. I wish I could be sure about just which bumblebees they were; a carpenter bumblebee perhaps; I am really only going on size, though, and that isn't much to key a species on. I don't let my lack of proper identification diminish my enjoyment, however.
While you are contemplating those that buzz and hum, you might want to watch this film about a particular kind of bumblebee.