I was singing along to the radio when something hit me on the top of my head. I lifted my hand to feel my head but didn't find anything. I glanced in the rear view mirror, but saw nothing.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw something.
Something dangling from my hair
That something was a big fat bee!
Dangling drunkenly from strands of my hair
It must have been dazed from smacking me on the head at 50 miles an hour and was still trying to get its bearings. Have I mentioned that I passionately dislike bees? No? I passionately dislike bees.
At this point, with a drunk bee hanging from my hair (shudder), I fervently prayed that God would help me not panic. It wouldn't be a good thing for me to wreck the pickem-up truck! I glanced ahead and saw a good place to pull over on the narrow shoulder. Chanting 'don't panic' over and over in my head, I gently brought the truck to a stop and then slowly reached up to put the truck in park.
This whole time I was wondering how in the world I was going to get this bee off of my hair!
I'm proud to say that I checked to make sure there were no cars coming before easing the heavy door open. I could have easily forgotten that in my panic.
I checked on the bee.
Yep. Still inebriated. Still dangling.
I carefully took the big step down from truck to pavement when my bee frenemy, or frenebee, suddenly dropped from my hair to the ground.
FREEDOM!
The second after he fell I leapt into the truck, slammed the gear shift into drive, and put the pedal to the metal. I was getting outta there as fast as the pickem-up truck could possibly take me!
It was a close call, my bloggie friends. A close call.
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Other Frenebee Posts:
Early Morning Frenebee
Neon Frenebee
Night Time Frenebee
1. I call pickup trucks "pickem up" trucks, too! :)
ReplyDelete2. I'm not sure I could have stayed calm in that situation. Eek!
3. I think I would have stomped on him for good measure when he fell to the ground. :P
ROFL!!!!!!
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