Confused Bee
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.
July 15th, 2010 at 6:25 am
My homicidal heart quivers.
Also, there’s this.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=128389587
July 15th, 2010 at 8:02 pm
I show considerably less mercy to the winged termites looking for a home and to the B52 roaches that cruise in loudly and land *thuhk* on the wall. The roaches are sometimes shown the door rather than a shoe. This was originally not out of mercy but distaste for crunch-squish-mess. Now, I coax the extraordinarily large roaches on to my broom and take them outside. It causes less distress for both of us. But if it tries to get away…. crunch-squish-mess.