Definately Losing It

Oh dear, I think I'm definately losing the plot - either that or losing the battle with the whole perspective thing.

The garden seems have a lot of flies. They congregate in bunches under the fir tree & whizz about doing whatever it is that flies do for fun. Opening the window invites them into the house, where they happily paddle away in whatever spills they might find until meeting an early end courtesy of the fly killer spray.

The window is open in here, where I sit at the pc & I suppose that there are about six, whisking about aimlessly before going to dance against the top of the glass in a futile attempt to get out where the window is closed. They were joined earlier by a bee. Quite a large bee, I saw her aimed straight at me but she successfully veered off before crashing into my face. The lazy drone as she continued to cruise was quite relaxing in an odd sort of way.

Then about ten minutes ago the buzz changed. Became more defiant, more frantic. I looked up towards the top of the window & there dangling on a spider's web was the bee. Spider in attendance. Why didn't he catch the flies? Why did it have to be the bee?

I didn't know whether or not to get a chair & try to rescue her. (The window is quite high). But if she was already coated with cobweb & already bitten by the spider was there any point. I might consign her to a lingering death, whilst the spider was likely cease the suffering quickly.

Why couldn't he have caught a fly?

So now, here I sit, mourning the death of a bee. Wondering if I could have saved her. Feeling guilty that I didn't even try.

Definately losing it ....