Regulator said:
I would also fall into the screaming girl category!
I am not as bad as my brother though, I have been in a vehicle with him (He was driving and I was in the front passenger seat) and had a spider drop off the roof of the car into his lap. He ended up in the back seat, and I was doing my best to grab the wheel and keep us on the road as we coasted.
I don't recall screaming, but I think I would have been justified in this case....
About 3 weeks ago I was clipping down a back road doing about double the 60km/h speed limit with my windows open. Just as the stop sign at the T-intersection ahead comes into view I hear a soft "zzzzzzzchunk" beside my ear on the B pillar, followed very shortly after by something brushing by my cheek. Just as my brain says "start braking now", my eyes pick up the moving object that now bounces off the top of my steering wheel and lands smack dab in the middle of my crotch.
I look down to see wtf this was, just as the
really pi$$ed off bee who is aproximately the size of say, a Cessna, and clearly has anger management problems from the steroids he's been taking, realizes he's still alive and starts furiously buzzing around in circles on his back trying to right himself. I quickly do a tradeoff analysis of wearing my hockey jock the next time I wear these particular loose fitting golf shorts. This mofo will NEUTER me if he gets his bearings.
And then the panic sets in!! LMAO...I can't even begin to describe the contortions I went through to watch the bee, and the stop sign, all while keeping a foot on the brake and a hand on the wheel. {I bet the guys here will be able to imagine it pretty well though}
I get stopped ok, slam it in park and jump out. Look around for the bee, and couldn't see where he'd gotten to, just as I'm about to get back in, he flies up from somewhere and buzzes off like one of those C5 transports that fly so slow they look like they're gonna crash. I swear he was just contemplating whether or not to come back for revenge!