I found a queen bee indoors on the weekend. She was really weak, must have been there for a few days. I took her outside and placed her in an open crocus flower in a clump in my mum's south-facing border. Ten minutes later I popped back to check on her. She had moved round to another crocus flower; she lifted her head out of the flower and looked me straight in the eye, her tongue still out, covered in sticky nectar, her back coated in pollen. I watched her take a big drink and then crawl under a leaf, where I presume (hope) she continued to hibernate.