Oh, oh, oh. I just went to the bank. Drove the little $700 318i (NOT the 750il!!!) and let Shiva go with me. She loves to go places. You can imagine how she completely dominates the back seat of the little car. I had my window open and the sunroof open and started down the driveway when one of those giant wood-borer bees flew in the window. Shiva catches bees. It flew under my arm. I'm holding my arm up, trying to dodge the rain-ruts in the driveway long enough to get to a flat spot where I can stop and get this cursed bee out of the car. Shiva's seen the bee! She's chasing the bee; the car's bouncing all over the driveway, straddled across a rut deep enough to swallow a Chevette. The bee is trying to crawl inside my shirt, Shiva's going after it. At this point I'm yelling at Shiva to sit down and the brain is moving at warp speed trying to figure out if I can get my shirt off at this point without letting the car slide into the Grand Canyon. And Shiva's decided to bark at the bee. The big bee in my shirt. The bee finally quits trying to squoosh between cleavage (had to be a drone), circles the car twice, then decides to fly out the window just as Shiva's maw crashes shut between my ear and the window.