I put this up on 20six last night and it caused quite a stir, so here it is for you all too:
A giant bumblebee came in my room - as big as my fist - I have a small fist - but that still makes a big bee --- !
I ran out of the room screaming, and it was bumbling all over the place. This is sooo why they call them bumble bees. Finally it knocked itself out on the hot lightbulbs. By the time I crept in, spotted it by my boots, and emptied the water glass to pop on top of it, the thing was off again.
I ran out of the room screaming part deux. It stunned itself again, but this time I have no idea where it fell. I considered sitting on the stairs for a while.
But obviously I am back in my recliner, every moment half expecting something to crawl up my leg. Having just typed that, my feet are way off the ground now!
And my tea is stone cold...
Where is the intruder?
Wanted: knight in shining armour to rescue damsel in distress.
Well, my overnight guest decided to wake up at 9.30 am exactly, when it buzzed out of wherever it had slept.
I ran out of the room part trois but I didn't scream this time. It skipped the open window and headed straight for the closed one. Bumble, bumble, bumble, it went, against the glass...
I came back in and sprayed it with a room scent, but the thing was so big it didn't slow down. When it realised it had been doused, it sat on the middle ledge of the sash to wipe itself off. Meantime, I pushed the top sash down so that all I had to do was pop the flyswat down and flip the bee out.
Bye bye, Bumble Bee.
I think she was a queen, so she could sting. She had awoken from her winter slumber and was off looking for a new home where she could found another colony.