Or rather, in my ear. What an interesting bike ride today. This is the second time this year that I have been out for a ride, and a bee has flown into my ear. And not just the sort of bzzzz, whap, whee, the bee hits you and bounces off. Oh, no. This is bzzzzz – WHOMP – squirm, bz, bz, bz, wheee! Bee goes into my ear, rolls around a little in confusion, and then flies merrily away to watch me pull over to the side of the road and do a frantic ‘holy-crap-there’s-a-bee-IN-MY-EAR!’ dance. At least they did not sting me, either time. But jeeze! Is there a bee conspiracy? Or is this the answer to hive collapse? They’re all off hunting me down to freak me out!
That was weird thing number one. Weird thing number two: mummified flat toads. All over the road. Clearly flattened by cars, and then baked in the lovely Texas heat to little leathery toad-shaped pancakes. But why so many? And all at once? Bizarre. Bee-zarre? 🙂 Too much?