My partner was a recusant and had a dry, unfavorable sense of humor. When in the public eye, he often made statements that brought uneasy, nervous laughter at the expense of some unlucky victim. While assigned to a mobile intensive care unit, we were dispatched to yet another motor vehicle accident. As we pulled up to the scene I made a quick visual assessment of the situation. I noticed only one car and it was upside down in a ditch beside the highway. There was a young man standing nearby talking with a state trooper. I determined that he was the driver and my partner and I approached him to do a routine patient assessment. We overheard the young man explaining to the trooper how the accident happened. "I was driving with my window down and a bee landed on my arm", he said. "I was slapping at the bee, trying to kill it or get it to fly away". "My arm jerked and I lost control". "It's a brand new car and I'm just sick about it", he exclaimed. My partner looked at him and said "Well". "Well what"? the young man asked. "Well, did you kill the bee"?, my partner curtly inquired...As the mans' face turned red, the state trooper decided to get in on the act and answered, "yes, we've already found the bee and it is a definite DOA"....Sometimes those who are too often subjected to injury, death, and destruction struggle to keep their sanity and are much relieved during the better outcomes of circumstance. But, have you ever wished you were an ostrich and could find a hole in the ground to hide your head?