The children TJ, and M4 wanted me to remove a bee who was trying to find a landing space where they sat. She was buzzing over their heads. She wasn’t a Bumble bee. They were distracted by her while they were doing their homework.
I wanted it to go outside, and was going to pull the patio doors open, when their father (my son in law) came downstairs. I left the bee for his decision. He swatted it promptly, sending the bee on it’s heavenly travels, or to where the bees go after their stay on earth.
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