Luckily, I had a companion along for the ride.
On the way to Fox Studios, I looked at the top of my windshield and there was a bee sitting there looking, rather, well, dead. I sped up a couple times to see if it would fall off but it didn't. I thought it was dead, but after watching it for a bit, it was most certainly alive, moving ever so slightly.
Duhhh, I forgot that bees enter a state of suspended animation when it gets too cold for them (in this case, the 60's - kind of like my mom I guess). So, I made him my friend and named him Gunther. Gunther the bee. Doesn't have any meaning behind it, but it's the first name that popped into my head - so if you don't like it, too bad for you. He shall be known as Gunther - although I don't know where he is anymore.
Anyway, I figured as the day went on and the sun began warming things up, he'd become more active. I was wrong. He just sat in the same position all day. He was one boring ass bee. I hit the windshield, tried to scare him, and he just sat there. I even sprayed him a couple times with my windshield fluid. Other than moving slowly away and brushing it off his face, he just sat there. I even pulled out the big guns and told him a joke:
What kind of bees make milk? Boobies!
He still didn't react.
Oh well, I still enjoyed his company, as inactive as he was.
To my surprise, on my third trip to Fox, Gunther became super active and spread his wings, but with his butt pointed in the direction I was driving. I honestly don't know what he was thinking since more people want to point themselves in the direction they are traveling, but we are talking about a bee after. I kept asking him what he was doing. I apologized for spraying him. I tried to talk him down, but with a sudden gust, he was gone from my windshield. Never to be see again.
The rest of the day was bittersweet. I was glad he wasn't cryogenically frozen anymore, but my companion had left me.
Maybe he'll come back someday.
My face is wet from the tears rolling down my cheeks - in laughter at what you wrote, and in sorrow for your loss of Gunther. You got me to the hyena laugh - high and squeaky!
ReplyDeleteBTW - Christopher and I made a roaring fire, so it is warmer than 60+ degrees, so I am not in a state of suspended animation:)
ieyu, ilys!