I remember ticking my SIL off something awful. We were due to leave and meet my wife/her sister for lunch, and a hummingbird had gotten into the garage and, being that they’re not all that smart, kept focusing on the rather small, rectangular closed window as a potential exit instead of the wall-sized open garage door it came in through.
“Wait, I gotta get that hummingbird out before we leave.”
“Why? Will it mess up the garage or something?”
“No, but it’ll exhaust itself trying to get out, overheat and die.”
“So.”
I made her wait (my car, my rules) while I patiently waited for it to land on the end of a broom and then gently walked it out and let it go…took a good 20 minutes. She. Was. Pizzed!