I Was a Little Too Intimate with a Bee

Ashlee and I were driving down the highway yesterday evening having a typical couples spat about the weather. She was hot, and wanted to use the air conditioning. I just wanted to feel the open air through the window. The argument got pretty heated. By heated, I mean that I gave in like a scared little boy, and began rolling my window up. You remember how she bonded with a fly? My turn had come. A fuzzy bumble bee flew into our window at mach speeds smacking me right in the face! It wasn’t a cool encounter with a well known Autobot. That would be worth it. This was a much dangerous creature. After a moment of calm, I realized he wasn’t in the mood to attack again. I had considering demanding for his insurance card to pay for damages until I discovered his were far worse than mine. With a broken wing, I allowed him to rest on my shirt under supervision. Cue wife. “EEEK. Get it out! It’s so gross, and slimy, and scary. I cannot handle the pressure of such a grotesque beast in my presence. And I may be a little allergic!” (Ashlee would like to...