But just now, I caught my cat staring at one of the closed windows, and noticed a heavy buzzing. When I looked behind the blind, there was a wasp-bee like thing so huge and black that in an unthinking adrenaline surge I picked up the Ikea catalog and smashed it, after about three failed attempts.
And then I realized that it was only trying to get out, and all I had to do was slide the window up a couple of inches and it would have been gone, off to fulfill its waspy-bee life. Maybe even fertilizing my tomatoes and strawberries. I feel like one of those people who kill the benevolent space aliens in 60s SF, in terror of what they do not understand.
(1) I am using insect here in the colloquial sense, not the scientific.