My mom and I were in the car driving home and I noticed from the rearview mirror that something was on a window. Because I was looking at the mirror, it was a little hard to determine which window it was in, but I had to lean around before I could finally see that the thing on the window was a bee on my mom’s side. My mom tried to get the bee to fly away because she didn’t want it to be in our garage (similar to not wanting to go home if someone is following you). Tapping on the window did not scare the bee away. Driving faster made the bee cling on (cling on to what?!) even more. This was a persistent bee.
I finally had to get a bookmark that was handy and place it in front of the bee. He slowly and curiously climbed onto the bookmark and then I placed him in our own version of the “grassy knoll” (wink wink).
I think he was dying. I’ve never seen a bee so lethargic.
How does a bee’s legs stick onto slippery glass?

