A Nest in My Home

by Joe MacLeod

MY SIDE OF the bed is near the window. It’s not supposed to be, I’m the one who is bigger and stronger and I should be the one sleeping near the bedroom door in order to fight off intruders, but this is how we ended up, and it’s not changing, probably until we move to a new place and the door is on the other side of the bed. For now, I’m near the window. 

I don’t mind being near the window, because I like to look at the sky at night when all the lights are off. Some nights there’s lots of stars and some nights the moon is beaming so bright that I have to adjust the blinds to cut it. It is mostly very nice to be in bed ready to conk out, looking at the night sky.

One recent morning I noticed that there was a bee inside the window, so in my capacity as household insect wrangler, I got a plastic carryout container and a piece of card stock out of a magazine in the bathroom, trapped the bee under the container, slid the card stock under, transported the assemblage out to the deck behind the house and let the bug go fly away and be a bug.