Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Safety is a constant battle.

You can never relax.

Yesterday afternoon I was sitting at my dining room table, minding my own business. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving on the living room floor.

"That's strange," I thought.

When I turned to look closer, I saw that it was a bee.

"How did that get in here?" You won't be surprised to know that the fact that I was alone did not stop me from asking this question out loud.

I kept watching it from a distance, and the bee just kept walking along the carpet.

This reminded me of how much I love it when I see birds walking. I find it hilarious. I always imagine the bird's inner monologue to go something like: Sure, I could fly. But I'm not in a rush. I'll just walk it.

But as I watched this bee for a bit, it became clear that things were not so chill for this little guy. He was eventually just walking in circles.

Brilliant me that I am, I figured this meant he needed to get out of here. If he had his choice between walking on some weird carpet or flying out in nature? Duh. Also, I was getting nervous that he might start flying and, in a rage or panic, start stingin'.

So I tried to get him onto a piece of cardboard. But my attempt was squeamish and, therefore, half-assed (i.e., pointing the cardboard in his general direction, getting real noodly when the bee would get near it, and finally dropping the cardboard near the bee to remind me not to step there.) The fact that my Sidekick would be home within the hour may've played a part in the weakness of my efforts. What?! My Sidekick would gladly take care of the whole thing! I am too a feminist! Come on!

I put a sticky note on the cardboard in case I somehow forgot to mention it to my Sidekick, because I didn't want him to step on the guy either.

I kept an eye on the little bee the whole time. He did some walking. He did some circling. And eventually, he was done with all of that. By the time my Sidekick came home, the little bee had done all he came here to do.

It was very sad, actually, the bee dying on my living room floor. My Sidekick very sweetly scooped the little bee remains onto the cardboard and put them outside.

"He probably had a good little life," my Sidekick said.

"Yeah. Poor little guy."

"I can't believe you made a sign that said 'bee'. That's adorable."

"I didn't want you to step on him."

"Did you take a picture of it?"

"Um. Yes?"

My Sidekick is amazing for a million reasons. He's sweet. He's humane. And he knows that with the crafting as slow as it's been around here, my taking a picture of a bee and a sign that says 'bee' is absolutely the right thing to do.

14 comments:

RobynR said...

Well, if this is normal . . . I am too.

kim said...

Do you suppose it was a sign? Bee. Purl Bee? Superbuzzy? Hmmm.....

Ashley said...

Aww. Bee. Sidekick. Sniff. (I don't know why sniff, exactly, except that it's like that part in When Harry Met Sally when Sally spies a family.)

I used to have the best roommate in the world: I would see a cockroach (it was Texas; everybody has them. Don't judge) and put a cup over it, with a post-it on it that said "cockroach!" And then she would come home and kill it. Good times.

heather t said...

Aw, poor little bee. (And probably female, just FYI. Boy bees don't do much.) Thanks for not smooshing it and at least thinking about letting it go outside.

Nora said...

Kim [the genius] is right! It was a sign to GET ON WITH THE CRAFTING!! [Sorry, I got excited!]

Kirsten said...

Yup, definitely a sign.

maryse said...

haha. thanks for the early morning chuckle.

Stacey said...

Sounds like something I would do....poor little guy....

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tiennie said...

Love that you made a little bee sign!

Kristy said...

I, too, love the BEE sign. And of course you took a picture of it! I am impressed by your kindness and humanity. If I saw an obviously dying bee in my house, I would have stomped it. To, umm, you know, put it out of its misery.

Rani said...

Oh the poor little bee. You did a good thing.

I leave huge pots and pans turned over on spiders until hubby gets home. No questions asked anymore, he just sees the pan and promptly takes action. Sticky notes - that's a new one.

francois said...

Hate to be a downer but thats not a bee. Its an evil wasp. Wasps often hide out indoors when it gets cold - so when you see them they are often emerging from or to hibernation. Squash it and move on.

francois said...

Though I could be wrong if you have wierd bees where you are....