The Tale of the Bee and its Tail

Okay I already told this story to some of you, so you can just skip this entry. (not that people really read my blog anymore, other than my loyal blog-obsessed Herry berry)

Thursday, as I was driving along Western to the freeway, right when I passed by Rodeo Galleria, there was something floating in the air, and I hear this.. "tteuk tteuk tteuk" sound on my windshield -like the sound when rocks hit your window. But the thing it, it wasn't just like 1 or 2 light tteuk tteuk's. I could tell I hit at least like.. 10 things that definitely sounded slightly heavier than pebbles.
So a second later, one of the.. what I believed/hoped to be a rock, flew in through my window and hit my bangs, and falls down next to my thigh.
and lo and behold, what do I see? A BEE!!! (as you can tell by the title of this entry) So, of course, I screamed and freaked out and called Christine (whom I was going to visit) to tell her this exact story.

So the freaky thing is, is that the bee's... butt.. (thorax, to be exact) was .. detached. and there was a little trail of honey-like substance that had... fallen out. (I guess that's what bee guts looks like??)

So I'm pretty sure that the impact against the window just.. destroyed its body as its dying corpse fell in through the 4 inches of opened window. (seriously, just 4 inches. Why hadn't I kept my window closed!) So, because I was driving and had just gotten on the freeway, there was nothing I could do to get rid of the bee. So I watched it slowly die and attempt to move positions and every time it would flaps its wings and squirm its legs, (::shudder::) ugh. it freaked me out. But the trail of honey kept it.. stuck to my chair... (gross, I know), so it couldn't crawl closer to me, thank God.

By the time I reached Westwood, it was dead. So I scooped it up on a paper to show Christine, and so she screamed and threw it on the ground.

So that is my story of the bee, but you really cannot fully understand my terror without seeing what I saw, so here it is:




ew.