We were out in Northern Idaho on a weekend camping trip. We'd just driven down the road to check out some fishing spots in the river and were on our way back to camp. It was a sunny warm day and the windows were all down. Butterflies flitted about, Stellar's Jay's flew here and there. The humidity was low and the temperatures were ideal. It was just a perfect day.
Suddenly, Mr Y (we weren't parents yet...) started swerving, jammed the truck in park, threw open the door and hopped out in the middle of the road. The truck was still running. I was still buckled in my seat. I was confused.
*In all fairness, I should disclose that in his youth he had been stung by bee's and had a bad reaction, thus his fear of bee's.