amateur

He seemed to know what he was doing. Who called him? But there he was,
confident in his beekeeping mask, wearing sandals, scooping up the bees
into a cardboard box. They had been twirling and landing on the cement planter, until the bees had formed a dark twitching mass that had attracted
the attention of many crossing the sidewalk on their way to work downtown
that morning. The bees were quiet. Cars rushed back and forth between the traffic lights. A horn blared. Somewhere a jackhammer broke up cement for
road repairs. The man gently continued to fill the box.