I was politely stalked by four different bees four separate times and my thesis adviser advised me to watch Casablanca. 

My life, guys.

(As in, the bees ignored my abandoned lunch & jacket & bag and followed me across the courtyard and to the building entrance where I closed the doors on their face while they buzzed anxiously outside and my labmates are unsympathetic and joked about pheromones.)
(I am not wearing perfume and have been avoiding food / floral scented shampoo & soaps for years now. They're not trying to sting me. They just keep trying to land on me.)
(The professor went from early endosome marker to Casablanca. I'm not quite sure how his brain works, either.)