It was a day like any other, I was on the bus going to visit my gf at work and all seemed to be going well.
Then I see the crowd at the bus stop, pushing, shoving and being loud and annoying in general. Then it struck me, I had timed my trip perfectly with school home time. 
As the bus started moving again I noticed one particularly obnoxious child that seemed to be the leader of a group that laughed at all of his jokes and seemed generally in awe/fear of him. He shouted, he banged on the windows, he threw stuff (not towards me, just in general) all in all he was loving life.
Then I heard the scream, the sort of scream that usually means one thing on a bus…BEE!! (or wasp in some cases)
The girls fled to the other side of the bus, a few boys tried to look disinterested but not our friend, no he thought a good idea would be to catch the bee in his hands and frighten people with it.
It was around this time I realised it was only a matter of time before he got stung so i paid attention. Then in what can only have been a bus fume enduced high he thought the best course of action was to put the bee in his mouth.
Time slowed down. I knew what was going to happen, in fact I think everybody but him knew. Then it happened! He shouted and swore in pain and the words became mumbled and he cried. He cried and cried. In front of his friends.and the rest of the bus. I laughed, I laughed and pointed.
He got off the bus a few stops early to cry alone (his friends were talking about him getting off early)
I salute you Mr Bee, do not think you died for nothing, you brought me joy beyond words. 