There was a bee trapped inside the window. I haven't seen a bee like this before - one of the pairs of its legs had yellow bulges on it, and its body was sort of translucent.
I think it's cute so I started trying to take a photo of it with my phone, but the back light from the window was quite strong and it's been trying to go through that glass and get out of the bus, that I could only get a dark blur silhouette of it. I turned the flash on and got the photo above, still not the best but I attracted attention from the fellow passengers I suppose. So I stopped trying.
The bee was still struggling and buzzing its way against the glass, then as if found the way out disappeared behind me.
I went on to upload this photo onto facebook.
Not even a minute later I felt something on my neck and brushed it off. There was a slight crunch and there it was the bee struggling on the floor in front of me.
I didn't know which part of it was ripped off or whatever but it never managed to launch from the floor again. And its struggles got weaker with time.
I just watched. Sort of feeling for it. Just two minutes ago I met this bee and tried to take a cute photo of it, Now it's getting killed, by me.
It's my stop and I looked at this bee once again, still struggling and moved towards the corner somehow. It would've been more mercy if I just stepped on it but I didn't.
I checked my phone back home and my photo has got a 'like'.
