there was a male carpenter bee on the delivery van this morning, either tiredly trying to hang on to the windowledge or trying to fight his own reflection. not sure. was in a hurry. but I did bother him on purpose by trying to pick him up crayfish style.
bees hate this. he very loudly told me how much he hated this. I let him go to continue batting his silly little head against the glass.
for a while I only had the one pair of trousers + dress pants, until I stole the cargo pants from the pile of donated clothes for the work 'build a scarecrow' event. :)