Of the creepy variety, not the museum variety.
So I'm at work on Friday evening and there's a huge bee flying around. I announce it but no one seems to care and I'm leaving for the day so I'm like "Alright, seeya!" Not really caring what happened after that. I get to work on Saturday and this giant bee is lollygagging around the window by my desk. This huge bee:
So I watch it for awhile because I don't even need to find out that I'm allergic to bee stings. It's wandering around totally bee drunk. It would move a bit, then stop and raise it's wings. Then move a bit, lift it's front feet up and down.
There's a garbage bag at the bottom of the window to prevent a draft, and he was walking along it, then he'd randomly fall off. The window was open, but he did not seem to realize. I called my co-worker in to check out the drunk bee. I was all "Aren't their feet supposed to be sticky, hence being able to stick to walls and whatnot?" When he fell off the bag yet again, I was getting weirded out by it, like it might go crazy on me at any minute.
So my co-worker managed to get the bee to walk onto an envelope and then she tossed it out the window. I thought "Maybe it lost it's stinger and was dying" and chalked it up to that.
About half an hour later I hear a sound. Our office building has mice, so I'm looking around for a mouse and trying to place the sound. It's coming from above.
So then I'm all "What the shit? How did a bee get in there?" There being the flourescent overhead light. He was all wandering around in there like it was no big deal. I point him out to my co-worker who is equally weirded out by it. About 15 minutes later I hear some buzzing like he's now really pissed about being in there and he looks like he's kind of wigging out a bit. After some silence, I look back up at him: