Three days ago, a small bee flew between a mosquito net and a plastic window; it was impossible to open the window; the flowers on the windowsill were in the way. I forgot about her, and she tried to find a way out, her head stuck in the net. And she was still moving, today I stuck my hand in and grabbed her with my fingers and pulled her out of captivity. She was somewhat alive, but crushed. By throwing her off the balcony, maybe she will still have time to see free flight and the world. Everything is like about our life.