I thought about writing about the dead bee this morning on my way to work. Since last week, there has been a dead bee lying on the floor at the top of the stairs on the way to my office. Every day I wondered, “will someone ever come and sweep here?” So while driving to work today, I thought about how every day I look in the direction of that dead bee and that I was going to write about how dirty my office is, even the stairwell. But I got to the top of the stairs and alas, no bee! “Finally, someone came and swept the landing,” I thought. Then I noticed that the rest of the top stair was covered in dirt, and I thought, “well, someone just kicked him over the stairs, I guess. How gross.”

When I left today, I noticed that dead bee still lying there. Someone had just kicked him to the other side of the landing.

My office is disgusting.