A Bee in the Windowsill

IV

Ladybug slept in the sill that night just a few inchesaway from the bee in great support. The bee barely slept at all but appreciated thecompany since there was no room for me in the windowsill and I therefore obviouslyhadn't offered to help. I wanted to bring them water, but Ladybug flapped itswings and yelled at me and accused me of trying to kill them, so I backed off andtried thinking of something else to give them. Ladybug backed off as well halfway throughthe day and after nodding a quick goodbye to both of us, left through the window.See? The bee said to me; Ladybug isn't as bad as we thought. Ihad to restrain myself from answering him because the weirdness of it all had almost becomenormal to me– but I still didn't say anything. I finally came up with something to give himand I brought a jar of honey. It wasn't till years later that I learned thatbees only actually eat honey when they are developing and switch to nectar assoon as they are grown. But he politely thanked me and then went to sleep. When I sleepily drove offas well, I suddenly heard another thump from the window. And then another oneand another one. In the windowsill by the side of the bee sat Ladybug. And bythe foot of the window on the tiles outside, lay three unconscious wasps. MaybeLadybug wasn't so stupidafter all. Dude! That thick air between here and outside is brilliant!Ladybug enthusiastically told the bee of its deeds. If you just duck underit when they don't know it's there, they will smash straight into it! Thebee didn't sound as excited, but it was clear that he was very proud of Ladybug. Ladybug was proud of itself aswell and wouldn't stop rambling so I couldn't go back to sleep. So, instead Ilaid awake listening to the thrilling adventures a red dot could encounter.