#insect death

Found a deceased stonefly outside my apartment door

When I was little I used to seek them out in the dirt and let them crawl on my hands and play with them by rolling them up (I am so sorry rolly pollies I probably hurt them doing that) and I enjoyed feeling their little legs tickling my skin and I would look up what they ate and make little jars with dead leaves and sticks and dirt and love in them and keep a rolly Polly in each jar I made (again I am so sorry rolly pollies)

To this day I freak out and refuse to let even butterflies come near me, but rolly pollies? I found a rolly Polly for the first time in forever like last month and I was pleased ! I crouched down and got a good look at it and I may have put it on my finger if I wasn’t eager to get home

Now, I love bees of all sorts. So i, being the Designated Bug Catcher in this relationship, picked up a piece of paper and gently scooped up the bee with the intent of taking her outside. I’ve done this a million times before and I strode forward to the balcony door with the confidence of someone who catches some spiders barehanded.

Unfortunately the bee does not Like being moved around and is just crawling around the piece of paper I’m using like a sailor on a turbulent and airborne raft. And deciding that it is far too risky to remain there, it falls off the corner of the sheet and bonks on the window.

Now, unfortunately for everyone (but one individual) involved, the windowsill happened to be home to a spider and its webs, and when free food descended from above and into her home, she sprung upon the bee with all the excitement of an anaemic woman tearing into a steak.

And Ruke watched as I stood there with big sad eyes, because I cannot pick favourites and the spider dragged the bee out of sight.