A poor little bee was hobbling across the warehouse floor at work today. Dear Coworker suggested I stomp the stripes out of it.
Instead I grabbed a paper towel, waited until it crawled onto it then walked outside to set it free.
The bee came within millimeters of my fingers and I'm allergic to their stings. I never felt like I was in danger though. It seemed like it knew I was saving it from the dank flowerless dungeon.
Every thing is good in the world; maybe karma will swirl around to me one day.
Fly little bee, fly!