I was doing my thing, riding my fourtrak down the gravel pit road at about thirty mph. The dirt road is bumpy and curvy and it is a slight challenge to avoid crashing into the trees that line the sides of the road at that speed. I noticed a large hornet flying next to me at shoulder height and about two feet away. It was flying at the same speed as me and it looked like it was just floating in the air next to me. I had a Deja vu feeling like I was in a in one of those nature specials where I was on a boat and a goose was flying next to me. I marveled at the floating bee as I sped down the road. We were traveling together thru the woods like two planes next to each other. You know when you see the blue angels flying next to each other and one of then peels off like a banana and arcs away from the others. Well, the bee did that, but instead of doing the right thing and arching away from me into the woods, it arced towards me. It really looked cool until it actually landed on the underside of my hat. I heard it’s buzzing stop and felt a thump as it landed. It is not a good thing to be distracted while driving at thirty mph down a bumpy curvy road on a fourtrak. Nonetheless I was not sure where on my hat the bee was. I decided that the best thing to do in this situation was to panic. The problem was that I didn’t know what was the appropriate thing to do while panicking. The smart thing to do would have been to do nothing since the bee was probably just resting on my hat and did not mean any harm to me. But I didn’t think of that. What I did was to reach up with one hand to the top of my head, pinched the crown of the hat and threw the hat into the woods while traveling at thirty miles an hour. After this I did not know where the bee was. It might still be on my head somewhere. So I started doing the Zen thing whereby you totally focus on your environment and use your spider senses to detect if the bee was still on my person. The one thing that was interfering with this was that my ATV was still traveling down the narrow road. I had to settle for stopping the bike and checking myself out. No bee. Now I had to go rescue my hat.
Stuff by Stan