Harry the Hornet.
Harry the Hornet who spent all yesterday blundering about in a drunken stupor.
Because Harry and his legions of friends have been gorging themselves on grapes. And I think Harry had one too many. Because he staggered up the window, and then gently slid down the window. Over and over again. Until he was completely exhausted. And so he sat on the window ledge in the sunshine, twiddling his antennae for a while. Gradually his head dropped until his chin rested on the ledge and his legs gave way, and there he stayed for several hours, sleeping off his headache. Then he flew away. 🙂