Yesterday, in the heat of the sunny afternoon, I had found a carpenter bee trapped on the driveway. I sat with it, tried to comfort and feed it while it tried desperately to fly. The poor dear had gotten into a fight of sorts, and broke its wings and lost a leg. I tried my best to keep the bee company, but sadly it didn't make it. So this morning I am having a tiny burial, in memory of my bee friend, whom had buzzed around me everyday I went outside, he lived in this home, in the porch boards to be exact. He was welcome and loved. I'm gonna miss him.