When the weather is nice, I leave the heat/ air off and the door open at work. I’ve asked for a screendoor, but I think the landlord thinks I’m joking.I’m not.He ought to know better, because he’s come by plenty of times when I’m enjoying the lovely day the best way I can. Anyway, earlier today I had a honeybee visit. I’m not scared of bees, I like them a lot, and I gently persuaded her to go back out the same way she came in. At 3:25, either she or a fellow worker returned. I tried the coaxing method as she buzzed my fake flowers on the conference table. I closed the doors off the lobby, thereby limiting her choices. She deigned to check out my plastic magnolia stems on my desk. I waited her out as she explored my colorfully decorated corkboard, my chair, then the windows behind my desk, and over to the malicious copy machine. I patiently tried to waft air in the general direction of the door. I got behind her in an attempt to shoo her. It worked about as well as herding cats. She wasn’t having it, instead choosing to investigate the windows at the side of my desk. Then double back to the others. Oh no. This wasn’t conducive to escape. So I decided to open a window and then the screen, therefore…