The flower opened overnight, is so fresh that one of the sepals remains attached.
So, looking forward to the annual pink poppy photo, the pristine picture before pollen gets knocked all over the place, I lowered the lens toward the bloom, and what the heck? A bee is in there, struggling, making a mess. She can't get out, is slipping on the petals like a mouse in a sink. I lowered a twig to assist.
Dumb bee. The poppy has been beesmirched.