Once the first excitement due to imprisonment has passed the bee takes next to no notice of its terrible neighbour.

I have seen it side by side with Philanthus on the same flower; assassin and future victim were drinking from the same goblet.

I have seen it stupidly coming to inquire what the stranger might be, as the latter crouched watching on the floor.

When the murderer springs it is usually upon some bee which passes before her, and throws itself, so to speak, into her clutches; either thoughtlessly or out of curiosity.

There is no frantic terror, no sign of anxiety, no tendency to escape.