Helping a rained-on-bee

It has been raining quite a bit these past few days, and it got colder again, I don't mind the rain but I don't like the cold. I found a little bee on the windshield of my car today. I initially thought she was dead since she was legs up. I put my things in the backseat of the car and when I looked again: "Oh, you are alive". I've been talking aloud to myself more often lately. I think it's the influence of spending so much time around small children at work. The spell takes a little to disperse, so when I arrive home I talk to Ollie the Dog like I talk to the children. It doesn't help that he behaves like one, too. I offered her a ride back home with me, in the passenger seat. The presence was tiny but I felt it vividly, that I was not driving alone but had a passenger. I wonder if I had put her in a box and treated her like "a thing to transport" I would have felt differently. But now that I write this I don't think I would, the real question is probably "what would someone else…