>be me, 21 y/o activism nerd
>slightly afraid of bugs but I like nature
>go out for a midnight cigarette
>see a bee just sitting still on the garage floor
>think “huh, weird” but leave her be
>go back 30 mins later for another smoke
>same bee, same place, hasn’t moved
>realize she’s stuck on smooth marble
>carefully scoop her onto cardboard
>bring her sugar water
>she drinks it
>feelsgoodman.jpg
>realize it’s freezing outside, she’ll never survive the night
>decide to take her inside
>set up a cardboard “bee hotel” in my room
>give her more sugar water, make her cozy
>check in later, she’s still there but alive
>go to kitchen to make more sugar water
>come back
>open the box
>she FLIES OUT STRAIGHT AT MY FACE
>let out the loudest scream of my life
>dad wakes up
>bee vanishes into my cluttered room
>can’t find her, terrified of stepping on her
>bee now owns my bedroom
>sleep on the couch, praying she finds the open window and flies out
>genuinely bonded with her but also mildly traumatized
>will still rescue bees, just maybe not in my personal living space next time

Was she just cold and grateful, or did I imprint on her and now she thinks I’m part of the hive?
Is it common for rescued bees to become overly comfortable with humans?

you have to drink all the sugar water