It is possible to capture a bumblebee on the window in a plastic cup, slide a piece of paper under it, remove the cup and transport the bumblebee without getting stung. It does make a bit of a racket.
Some bumblebees can sting, apparently. Females can sting repeatedly. 250 species in the genus Bombus, not assholes like red wasps. You’re more likely to rip the skin off your finger on the door frame while carrying the ginormous Prime Day package the USPS didn’t deliver because it was too big so they held at the post office and you wrenched your back carrying the damn thing and now your finger is bleeding all over the place. Offering to a modern god. We have fallen off the edge of the earth in service to this monstrous divinity and splatted in Hades. We look for Persephone but it’s summer, dammit. It looks like we have to wait for her to come back in the fall and hide in her hair and make a break for it in the spring. Meanwhile we endure insults from the God of the Underworld. Cranky in quarantine.
Next year let’s stick to bumblebees. Just not inside.