I left this out of the Yosemite post because it is just too unique.
The first morning in Yosemite we were heading into the Valley, windows rolled down, smelling the morning's new, clean air. Then suddenly my partner, out of nowhere, starts yelling, "Ow, my back, ow!" She hadn't felt anything except a sharp pain. We searched the car and found nothing.
This is what it did, whatever this phantom thing was. We reasoned it was a bee, but couldn't find it.
Later that afternoon, on our way to the overlooks, with windows still down, I heard something fly past my head and hit the back windshield. My companion says, "What was that?" I offered a nervous chuckle and said, "I think it may have been a bee; it sounded big. But it's fine, the back windshield probably killed it."
Then the bee flew into the front seat and rested on my seat belt. As fast as possible I pulled the car over, ripped off the seat belt and jumped out of the car. Then, after a moment or two, I searched the car again but couldn't find it. No stings this time.
We weren't allowed to keep the windows down anymore.
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