A loud, angry kind of buzz.
I chucked them on the floor, like any self-respecting person would do.
They buzzed, and a bee emerged.
A big giant feckin bee!
So I try to gently move the togs towards the open back door.
And it all goes terribly wrong...
I'm like "ok, this is fine. Just use your smarts, and also the internet. You can do this"
Eventually, it went up on top of my presses, and then I really panicked.
There's only one way for me to reach the top of my presses, over the little pelmet thing, and that's for me to stand on the counter.
To safely climb up there, I usually put one hand on the pelmet.
I tried to brush around up there with a little swiffer mop, but no dice. The bee had settled in for life up there.
No choice, have to climb on the counter.
Climbed on up there, and lo and behold, the little fecker had settled on the back of the pelmet! Like, an inch or two from where I put my hand!!!
And then I realised a critical issue.
I had brought a bee jar, but not any sort of card to slide *under* the bee jar. And the back of the pelmet is slanted. So I can't let go of the bee jar now.
I tried to slide it under the jar.
Climbed down, grabbed the jar lid and flipped the jar, lightly popping it on top!
I am a fucking nature goddess.
I heard nothing. No buzzing.
Bee? Wtf are you doing bee?
The stupid be was trying to climb up the inside of the jar instead of, like, flying out of the open top.
I told you this bee was stupid.
So, continuing my nature goddess role, I tipped the jar on its side and cheesed it back inside once again.
Turned the far so the open end faced towards the light, and fled back to my door.
Finally, at long last, the bee left the jar!
But now that I'm done sharing my bee adventure, I recall that some people do not use the word "press" and so are probably reading this like "wtf is a press and a pelmet"
These are not my presses because these ones are beautiful and, as you can see, have no bees.