The bumblebee flew into our room. I was the only one there. And creatures such as bumblebees are adventurous and nosey, especially the females. It flew into my toiletry bag to inspect my make-up. I had to lure her back out. She probably thought that was rude of me. However, I found her just as rude. She was huge and had a hue of orange, but still had black and yellow stripes, so it was not a red-tailed one. She might have even been the queen looking to kill another queen so she could have her nest. Luckily I didn’t have to wave her towards the window. She flew back out herself.
However, a few minutes later, she flew back in only to find that I had zipped my toiletry bag shut. By that time, I had already closed the window halfway, so she struggled to find her way out and just stupidly and repeatedly flew against the windowpane until she made a retreat on the floor.
Too dazed to fly. Too lazy to move her big arse.
She is an insect, and yet, to me, she appeared to be out of breath as her tail was trembling heavily. Or maybe it was fear.
In the end, I couldn’t help but think of a friend that I buried on the beach years ago. He crawled and crawled until his last breath. But this big female bumblebee was nothing like my friend. She just gave up right in front of my eyes.
So I trapped her in a plastic mug and led her outside.
She has not come back again.