Bees: Fear Me!

 I was looking for my shoes in the living room before work this morning.  No shoes, but I saw a smudge of dust or something on this purple baby sweater that I am currently working on for a friend's step-daughter.  I went to brush it off and realized, Hey, that's not dust.  It's a DEAD BEE.  Apparently it flew face-first into the sweater, got tangled into the fibers and died with its butt in the air.  I left it as is, so I can show Brian the mayhem when he gets home tonight.  It really is a sight to behold.

Bees:  you've been warned.  A knitter lives here, and I am a lethal weapon!