Yes – that’s what I found today when going out to feed the fish. A bumblebee. In February.
The poor thing was laying upside down on the step, slowly waving her legs in the air.
Panic ensues. Where the fuck do I put a freezing and knackered bumblebee? I won’t leave her there – the dogs or cats are bound to eat her. I can’t stick her inside – the dogs or cats are bound to eat her.
The shed. Surely the shed is the solution. There’s a small gap between the roof and walls (to make sure it’s cool in summer) – if she heats up a wee bit she can fly out and make her nest or whatever it is young queens do.
So bumblebee moved into the shed. Panic ensues – what is she supposed to eat? There’s no flowers! Quick google (sugarwater, same as butterflies) – sugarwater made. Rushing into the shed with sugarwater. Bumblebee has now managed to roll over onto her back again, and I had to flip her back over.
So I leave her there in the shed, a little warmer than outside, sugarwater by her side, and easy escape if she gathers her strenght to continue on her journey.
I will NOT get attached to a half-dead bee outside my door. I will NOT.
I’ve named her Dorothea.
Pic above is not of Dotty, but thought the post needed a wee bit of colour, so used this pic taken summer 2011