A bee story of my very own!

After playing soccer at BHS today, I went over to where my shoes were, and there was a bee crawling on my laces. I'm not really scared of bees, so I merely flicked it off and proceeded to change shoes.

So I walked to my car and decided that on the way home, I would check to make sure that there was going to be something for dinner, so I decided to call home. Nobody answered, so I called my dad's cell and my brother's cell, but neither of them answered. Now, I know some of you drive a stick, so you'll know that it's fairly difficult to drive, dial on a cell phone, and drink a soda at the same time, but what can I say except I'm talented.

However, during my third call, I look over at my window, and I see a bee crawling on the very top. I know there's no way that I can try to flick it off while I'm drinking and talking on the phone, so I put my soda down so that I can unroll the window, hoping that it will take it's chance for freedom and fly away.

Alas, it decided to crawl down the window, so now I'm dealing with a bee that I can't flick out. I end my phone call, but now I have to wait for a light because it seems the bee is scared to jump out of a moving vehicle. Unluckily for me, though, I went through like four green lights down California. So I'm driving, trying to watch the road, and also trying to watch the bee to make sure it doesn't attack me. Luckily a light finally turned yellow, and although I usually would have gone through it, I stopped and flicked the bee outside. I think I angered the person behind me, though, because they promptly got out to the side and passed me.

So while I didn't get to attack it with a pan, I do have my very own bee story. I should turn it into a movie and call it Bee Movie! Oh wait, I'm too late.