Furry Wombat

It’s getting dark, but the french doors are open to the lanai. The geckos chi-chi-chi-chi-chi.  I’ll have to close the doors soon for fear of flying roaches. But it’s such a pleasant temperature. A bee just flew in. She flies slowly. It’s too late and dark for bees. I can hear her wings rattling wings against the curly compact fluorescent. I turn off the inside light and turn on the outside light. Perhaps she’ll find her way out before I close the doors for the night.

Update: She was waiting to be brushed off the door jamb, then I shut the door.