"I hate bees. They're like flying death monkeys."

There was a bee in my car when I got back from lunch.

I could've died today. The only good thing is I didn't discover it until I parked. I hate to imagine what would have happened if I'd seen it while I was driving. I probably would've come to a screeching stop on the side of the road, ran out flailing my arms, and then called AAA to come turn off the car and get it out.

I think it must have flown in the moonroof or window when I was beeping my FOB on the thingie to get in the parking lot. The idiots put a bush with bee–attracting flowers on it right by the thingie.

I think they're trying to kill us.

Damn terrorist bees.