Bee Box
I got a new car. It’s an ‘04 Dodge Neon. I decided to name it Britney, all shiny curves and blacked-out as it is. But I’d had it for only a couple of days - was driving it to and from class for the first time ever, in fact - when a humongous bee got caught in it.
It was strange. My front windows were rolled down mere inches, but I took a turn and nearly felt the thing suck into the car (it was probably two inches long, perhaps a lost carpenter bee). The right moment at the right time -
It was pinned to the back window as I sped along. It buzzed noisily, flailing against the wind desperately, bouncing against the window up and down. It would seem to tire, at which point it would cling to the back seats and dig at the corners. It did this periodically.
It stayed with me the whole ride home. I kept an eye on it in the rearview mirror, convinced that it would take my head off if it managed the strength to come back toward the front of the car while I sat at a stoplight or something. Anxiously, I pulled into a gas station and opened every door of the car to try and allow it to free itself. I waited - even tapped on the back window - for at least fifteen minutes, but it wouldn’t leave.
When I got home, it flew out just as I stepped out of the car myself, completely naturally, as if it had simply needed a taxi to the suburbs.
1 year ago • 1 note
