Trapped

The day started with me trying to catch a bee in a pint glass to put it back outside the house. My cat Floyd was fast asleep, oblivious to all the buzzing about - me and the bee. I was hoping it would just head back out the window but it didn't seem too keen - however, my wife was very keen that it was sent on its way.

Suffice to say, I failed, and the bee flew behind a chest of drawers, went silent and out of reach. My wee girl has said she isnt sleeping in there until I prove the bee has gone - so guess what my job will be tonight when I get home.

So how apt that I spotted this on a wee break at lunchtime, in a gallery window in Parnie Street. Another bee trapped.