The other day, while tending to some chores in my basement, I found this:
Lucky for this little fella that I really like bees or else he would have joined the big insectarium in the sky after a hard smack with a shoe accompanied by shrieking and hysterical gestures (mine). I’m not even sure what would have ultimately killed him – the smack or the shrieks.
Because the basement is a little cool and because he’d probably been there for awhile (two things that slowed him down and weakened him), he was not able to fly. This was a good thing because a) he couldn’t dive bomb me and sting me if he felt threatened and b) it was very easy to trap him so he could be set free outside. In addition, I may not have felt very charitable if he’d stung me. Sometimes shoe smacks are impulsive. So there’s that.
Since he couldn’t fly and I wasn’t stung and there were no impulsive shoe smacks, I carefully trapped him and took him outside. When I lifted the plastic cover to set him free, he didn’t fly away. He just sat in the little container and buzzed around a little. At first I thought he really couldn’t fly, that he was injured. But after warming up by basking in the sun for a minute or so, which proved to be exactly what he needed to get him going, he went on his merry way.
Don’t you just love a happy ending?