It was a gorgeous day. I picked my son up from school, and we made our way down the two-lane road that runs along the lake with the car windows down.
I offered Charlie (3) a juice box, and he cheerfully accepted.
Enjoying the breeze and the sunshine I was startled when I felt something between my back and the seat of the car.
Puzzled yet laughing to myself about his aim, I reached around to grab what I thought was the wrapper from the straw on my son’s juice box.
And in my own isn’t-this-a-perfect-day la-la land kind of way, I glanced at what I was holding…a bee by its bottom.
Stunned, I froze, staring at it. Then it’s wings flapped and it buzzed in my fingers.
Wahhh! I screamed involuntarily and flung it. Only in my haste to let go I have NO idea where the bee went.
I am driving on a two-lane road with traffic and nowhere to pull off.
The windows are still down because I want it to fly out. But now, when the wind rustles anything in my car I think it’s the bee and I utter short screamy bursts that make my three year-old throw his head back and laugh.
“It’s not funny!” I yelled nervously laughing as I drove around a roundabout with one foot on the gas and the other foot held up near the seat. My thigh muscle was quivering, but I didn’t want to put my leg down for fear the bee was down there by my feet plotting its revenge.
So, I am driving and screaming and an image of Thomas from the movie My Girl pops into my head. Also, I was cursing myself for choosing capri pants and sling backs giving Mr. Bee ample opportunity to stick it to me.
With supreme anxiety, I watched the road and looked for the bee as well as a place to pull over.
Finally, I got to a stopping point and Mr. Bee was gone, gone, gone. Whew! I checked the mirror fully expecting to see that I had created a patch of white Mrs. Munster hair from the ordeal.
It’s a total miracle that I didn’t get stung. And the moral of the story is…picking your child up from school can bee dangerous.
I can’t bee-lieve how funny…