Attack of the Bumble Bee

Today I was driving in Brentwood. Stopped at a light... proceded through. Weather has been stinking AMAZING, so of course I had the windows down and was jammin to some freshly downloaded tunes.

Out of nowhere, a bee hits me IN THE FACE. Yes, thats what I said. Picture this, people... it hit me in the face... as I was driving. I think it may have hit the top of my window opening before it actually hit me because it was dead..err.."unconscious" after it hit me.

So there I was...stunned for a moment, terrified, and surprised that I had so easily kept my composure and managed to stay in my lane as this chaos was happening.

The bug.. which Im deciding was a bee although I'm not so sure. It was HUGE...it was black and had some yellowish "fur" with black spots.. and it was HUGE. I think it might have had teeth too...fangs if I remember correctly.
Come to think of it.. it looked exactly like this.



So it gets better. The thing is lying on my floorboard because I'm too afraid to pick it up and throw it out the window while I'm driving. I decide to try to forget about it for the time being and get it out upon reaching my destination.

I continue. I make a turn. I look down to find the blasted thing sitting ON MY LEG! I cannot explain to you the fear I experienced at this moment. The freaking bee monster had come back to life and decided to pull a sneak attack!

I pretty much flipped out at this point...still not sure how I managed to prevent an accident. I swatted. I squirmed. I screamed. It was not pretty. I pulled over at the first possible place and got it out of my car.

Out of curiosity I had to watch it for a moment. The injured insect proceeded to hobble toward me, dragging his wounded hind leg...err..winged extremity... as if it was his life's mission to make my life hell.

What in the world?!

I hate bugs.