The afternoon thunderstorm never materialized. A hummer was thirsty. Bees were too.
I fished a ball of furious motion out of the water and it resolved into a bee and a robber fly. The bee flew off ant the fly just sat still on the concrete. I don't know if the struggle in the water was each insect trying to use the other as a float, or if the fly had attacked the bee. I also fished out an assassin bug nymph but it was dead.
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