This morning was kind of, "meh," for me, so I begrudgingly went into the kitchen to make my oatmeal and tea. More out of necessity than enjoyment, which isn't usually the case. I then went into the computer room to eat and attempt to better my mood. When the internet failed me I decided to just let it go and begin my daily housework, but this only made me feel worse. Regardless I went about it anyway. By the time I got to the part where I water the plants, I was pretty much assured that my mood was just going to be dour all day.
Then I heard the terrible sound of buzzing. Terrible because this usually indicates a sizable wasp or bee about to murder my ass. "Great," I thought, "Just what I need: to spend my afternoon in the emergency room." Awesome. Frozen in terror, I slowly turn my eyes towards the sound only to find not a wasp or a bee, but a humming bird!
She must have decided after some time of this that I'm not a threat to her, because she flits above my head and begins to drink from the feeder like I'm not even present. Still holding absolutely still, I stand there watching -- close enough to reach up and touch her if I so chose. Though I decided not to break her trust and simply observed until she had her fill and flew off.
I had been so enveloped in my crappy mood that I automatically assumed the worst. My mistake. Lesson learned.