I went in to prepare a soapy bucket and when I returned, he had managed to clean himself off and was slowly heading for the sliding door. I left him be, haha, and started mopping at the other end.
At that point, he was either just resting or perhaps also contemplating the situation and stopped fussing about, so I slowly moved the broom closer, but he still wasn't going for it.
So again, I moved the broom farther from him and left it like that for a bit.
He was wiggling only a little now and then, so I moved the broom maybe a few cm's from his fuzzy bee body and it was then that my heart rather lept to see him crawling TOWARDS the broom.
He crawled right under it, so I gingerly lifted it and to my utter delight, HE WAS HANGING ON!
Up he went with the broom and out the window onto the lavender plant outside, where he sat, re-cleaning himself and looking pretty bee-zen.
The whole exchange left my heart humming, so touched by this small creature's intelligence, tenacity, patience and dare I say, trust. A trust that is even more impressive considering that our whole interaction started with me basically, attacking the lil guy.
The bee pic here is a still from a kid-video of mine called, "A Small Bee", you can check it out here.