No bees were harmed in the making of this post.
On Wednesday a bee flew into the house.
On Wednesday a bee died in the house.
It (- she? 
Thursday morning found the bee on a window sill closest to the floor, still firmly clutching a bundle of fuzzy fibers. I felt a sprinkle of sadness for the bee that was unable to find its way back out into the world. I sent a mental message of respect and farewell while taking some photos to record this little event.
You're so small, bee!
Current resting place of January's bee.
We'll see you buzzing around again soon come spring. Perhaps your cousins will pollinate the strawberry plants that will come from these seeds.
What kind of things do you enjoy collecting?
Which is worse in terms of pain: wasp or bee sting?
Thanks for stopping by!
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