This was about 9 year ago, I was 17 and taking some lawn debris to the dump in my dad's 70's F-250. The truck hadn't been driven in about a month. I sat down, started engine, starting driving, turned on the fan, checked my rear vie... what the fuck, are those fucking bees?
There must have been a hive in the intake because dozens of bees blew out, propelled directly at my feet. If I recall correctly, they were each the size of a mouse and were more numerous than could physically fit inside the cab of the truck. It is very likely that I do not recall correctly.
The fan seemed to function normally except that instead of air it blew bees. I understandably flipped my shit. I had the good sense to put the truck in park before jumping out of the door in a manner alike Bruce Willis and then calling my mom for help in a manner alike a 1st grade girl.
I realize of course that it was a perfect storm event. It was just the right time of year, the right type of open vent, the exact position of the hive to make a seal in the air channel... but I can't shake the fear still today that it will happen again.
Sometimes I hesitate to open the refrigerator because there might be bees. I have to actively remind myself that they would be lethargic because of the temperatures within. I pretend not to know where stuff is when I know its in the tool-shed so that my wife will go get it instead. Tool-sheds are to bees as closets are to boogey-men. If I see a normal bee outside... I try to look like it's just annoying but in fact its horrifying. I've learned to live with bee-terror, but someday I hope to overcome it.
Submitted October 18, 2014 at 09:10AM by Googunk http://ift.tt/1vHGN7Q googunk
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