So, as many of you read earlier today, I had a traumatic experience with a bee on the way back to Kerrville. Now, I think I’ve only been stung by a bee one other time in my entire life, and that was when I was a kid and it was a bumblebee, so that’s not even the same experience. I felt that intro was important.

Now, to say that the bee stung me, would technically be incorrect. A more correct way to put it is that I crashed into the back end of a bee. In fact, the entire thing was pretty miraculous. Let me explain. 

Now, this is a photo of my truck window shortly after the incident. As anyone who has ridden with me in the last several months knows, my truck doesn’t have air conditioning. As a result, I make long trips with my window rolled about halfway down, as you can see in the above photo.

So this bee was minding it’s own business flying around and doing bee things (I assume dancing or disappearing.) Then all of a sudden my truck decides to occupy the same exact spot in space and time.

Bang! My driver’s side mirror takes this bee out. However, what I hear is a little click. I thought a rock had hit my mirror. Nope, my truck had decided this bees time had come.

But not so fast. This bee was hell bent on inflicting revenge for my decision to be driving on highway 71 and he wasn’t going to let something as stupid as death stop him from doing it.

Yes, in the milliseconds between striking my mirror and hitting me in the face, this bee had managed to pull of a post mortem front flip. It flipped so that it’s stinger was perfectly facing my face travelling at 70 miles an hour.

So again, it didn’t really intentionally sting me, I literally ran into it’s stinger with my face.

Anyway, that’s the harrowing tale of the highway bee. So bee careful out there. (See what I did?!!?!?! It’s a bee joke!!!) Or else it could happen to you.

I hope it was worth it bee.

10:00 PM So, I think my life has hit a new low. A friend of mine and I, let’s call him “Dave,” are currently camped outside of What-A-Burger in south College Station. Why? Because the first twenty people in line tomorrow morning get free What-A-Burger for a year. Did you hear that? AN ENTIRE FREAKIN’ YEAR OF WHAT-A-BURGER. So we’re chillin’ out here with a fish camp waiting for tomorrow to come. Spirits are high right now, we’ve got decent weather, and Bieber is poppin’ on someone’s iHome. For future reference, this was all Dave’s idea.