The rush hour bee

So yesterday I'm driving home from work and traffic's a bit slow. That's what I get for leaving 15 minutes late - puts me right smack in the middle of rush-hour. So I'm only going about 20 mph with my window down about 2 inches. I feel something hit the top of my head and my first thought was debris came in my window from the truck next to me (highly unlikely, I know.) So I touch the top of my head and don't feel anything and therefore don't think much of it...until I look down and see a bee on my gear shift! Okay, I have this fear of bees. Especially in enclosed spaces. I jump a little as I see it, swerving to the right and almost hitting the car next to me. (glad I wasn't going faster.) I grabbed a napkin and smooshed the bee as hard as possible, the whole time trying to not crash my car. Then I was afraid to pick up the napkin in case the bee wasn't dead. So for the rest of my drive home I was alternately looking at the road and checking to make sure the napkin hadn't moved. Then I started thinking, what if the bee was on my head and I touched it and got stung! Or, what if it landed in my jacket hood, or in my shirt or a gazillion other things.

See, I'm the girl who starts swatting her hands around when a bee is near. I will even go so far as to run away from them, even as someone calmly says "Oh don't worry, they won't sting you, just stay still and they'll leave you alone!" Sure, I'll just sit right here while it buzzes all around me. Yeah, okay. I haven't been stung by a bee in, oh, 20 years, yet I have that memory of how bad it hurt when I was, so of course I think it's going to be horribly painful. I really need to get over that.