Me and the bee....

Today, I got into my car to run some errands. Just as I'm closing the door, a large bee makes a bee-line into the car and straight at me.

I'm not allergic to bee stings, but really, who wants to get stung? So, I'm waving my arms around and darned if the little Beelzebub doesn't fly directly down the neck of my t-shirt and makes itself comfortable in my cleavage.

I bail out of the car, pull my shirt up around my ears and pull my bra away from the (luckily still-unstung) "girls" and the bee sails away to go about his beesiness.

Of course, it happens to be trash day and I do this performance in front of two bee-mused garbage men, who obviously weren't sure whether I was having some sort of psychotic episode or if it might have been performance art.

I'm just glad I didn't have to do it out on the highway. It was embarrassing enough in my driveway.
 
HAHA - "Waving your arms" is how you get stung. You lucked out. A bee doesn't automatically sting when he lands on you - unless you make him feel threatened - by waving your arms. :giggle:
 
When you think about, it's a bee. We outweigh the thing by hundreds of times. And for most of us a bee sting won't kill us. But, why in the hell do bees love to come in open car windows? You can open all the windows, and the damned thing won't leave. It just flies around with its legs hanging down, and that back end looking for a place to sting. Then if you can pull over without creating a massive pile up,, and jump out, the bee disappears. You get back in the car, start driving, and it starts flying around. again. jujube, I feel your pain.
 
I would love to hear the bee's side of the story! :giggle:

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