There I was, barreling down Highway 50 west in Sacramento, approaching the crazy downtown freeway interchange where I'm about to switch to Highway 99 south. This requires complete mental focus. You can't be on the cell phone. You need both hands. You need flexible neck muscles for checking, double-checking, and triple checking that blind spot. You're trying to merge with other cars that are just getting on the freeway while battling other cars changing lanes this way while you change lanes that way. Any out-of-towners get confused by all the signs and try to mow you down. It's a scene, man.
Well, that doesn't really capture the chaos, does it?
Meanwhile, a bug, the likes of which I've never seen before, decides to make his presence known. I don't do bugs well. I can't negotiate the downtown freeway interchange if I'm preoccupied with a live bug in the car. Plus, I already know I have to blog about this so now I have to take pictures of the event, so I bust out my camera and start with the lame picture above, you know, to give you a sense of scene.
Mission accepted, I search my immediate area for a weapon:
Can't use my Gladys Tells All travel mug - there's still coffee in it. My laptop might not be the best thing either. So I pull out the most replaceable, yet sturdiest object and start whacking away at the dashboard with a camera between my legs and a freeway interchange ramp under my wheels - Wheeeeeeeee!
I manage to kill the bug while staying alive on the road. AND while responsibly using my blinkers.
Fifteen minutes later, I reach my doctor's office where I bust out the camera once again to get a shot of the criminal who couldn't hide in the backseat and simply wait it out and escape when I opened my door.
So what the heck is this thing, anyway? And yes, he's dead. Of blunt force trauma with a yellow notepad.
I swear, the things I do for you people.
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