Remember that horrific bug that sat on my window taunting me with its vanity? Well, it apparently dug me so much that it hitched a ride on my car today (unbeknownst to me) all the way to the gas station.

I was driving along, lost in my new Ari Hest CD (which includes singing off key at the top of my lungs) when I pulled into ye ole Chevron station. Still singing, I jumped out of the car, popped the credit card into the "Never Have to Go Inside" slot, checked the ridiculous price for supreme, cursed out loud and began filling up the tank (still singing).

I jumped back in the car to put away the gas card and, as I walked back to check the pump, there it was.

Cut to screaming and even MORE expletives. WTF is THAT on my car?! Oh shit - it's one of THOSE bugs again!

And? These bugs? Did you know they fly?

YES! THEY FLY!

The reason I know they fly is because the VERY nice plumber who was gassing up his van next to me came running over to save me from the horrible bug and swatted it before it climbed into my open sunroof forcing me to abandon the car right then and there because EW!

And? Did you know they bite?

YES! THEY BITE!

The reason I now know they bite is because the VERY nice plumber then spent the next 3.7 minutes explaining about his very memorable experience with said horrific bug including the flying and the biting and, apparently, the hurting.

And with that taken care of, I thanked my VERY nice hero du jour and drove off down the road...heartbeat pounding just a bit harder than usual... and still singing.