A bumble bee, very fat and with a very deep orange stripe, got into the house and was bashing itself
against a window trying to escape.
I gently wrapped it in kitchen roll
and carried it out.
It was obviously either very scared or very angry, or both. Its
buzzing pitch changed entirely.
I was careful not to crush it.
I don't think of bumble bees as fast, but it made
off at a surprisingly great speed through the blossom of the orchard.
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