This morning after work I decided to stay up a bit instead of going right to bed like I normally do after a 12 hour shift that ends at 6:00am. So I grab a cigar, my cushion, and a book and go out onto my patio to enjoy the cool morning and warm sun.
As I sit down, I notice a bee on its back flailing around kind of slowly. I get down and look at it close to see if maybe it had stung something, but it hadn't. It was kind of cold on my patio and a little damp so I figured maybe he just got too cold and wet to fly.
So I stand there watching it and a part of me thought it was strange to want to try and help this bee. Bees don't live very long anyway, and there's a million other things that would probably kill it within an hour. But then I thought, if it were me I'd want help and I couldn't just stand by and watch it die.
So I leapt into action! WOOSH! Empty plastic bottle! BAM! Breathing holes! BOOF! Kleenex! My bee hospital was complete. I figured the Kleenex would help dry the bee out, and I could put him in the house until he warmed up. Getting him in the bottle was surprisingly quick and easy. I just used a knife blade and let him grab onto it, then put him inside.
And then I waited. I plopped down outside on my cushion and read for a bit, puffing on a cigar my friend Jon gave me. It was pretty good for a mild cigar. I'm a medium-full to full bodied cigar man myself. The darker, the better.
After it got warm (in Phoenix it doesn't take long) I brought the bottle outside for some direct sunlight action. In a bit the bee was drying his wings and looking very active. I unscrewed the bottle lid and hid behind the screen door. After all, it'd be a shame to save a bee so that he could die stinging me. He quickly flew off and I went inside for some sleepy poo, my good deed done.
Right now I'm having a bit of fun pretending to be trendy. I'm at Barnes and Noble, in Starbucks, on my Apple laptop, posting on my blog, and listening to The Postal Service for a total of +5 Trendy and +3 Snooty. However that D&D reference just brought me back down some points, but oh well.
I think that's good for today. Adios my spanish galleons.
- BuddhaDave
"...I mean, look at my coffee. This isn't just regular coffee, its French or something. You, you probably don't even know what France is."
