Fine as a bee's wing

I found two dead bees on the hurby-curby* yesterday. Together.
Two perfect bees - aside from the fact they were very obviously deceased.
I kept them in the garage overnight :)

The Beloved asked of they were good bees (honey-, bumble-) or bad bees (carpenter-) - and I think they were bad (though half the size of the gate-keepers), but they couldn't help it. It's not like they are sentient beings with choices in their behaviour. They are bees. They be.


*our garbage bin.