Where is it, Sarah? I'll tell you exactly where it is: Ypsilanti, Michigan.

Because I threw it out the window, that's why. Chucked it at a stop sign, actually.

Because it creeps me out, Sarah. It's strange. Because it's strange. Because it's not a normal thing to hang around your rear-view mirror. I mean, why do you think? For three hours, I'm driving with that thing dangling a foot away from me and it's annoying me and I'm just about ready to die it's so annoying. Just before Ypsilanti, this hornet flies in my window and scares the shit out of me, hovers around my face for like five seconds, buzzes me two or three times, and I'm about ready to jump out of the car or hit a truck or something when it shoots back out into the air. Well, I was all flustered and upset and needed to throw something, and there you have it.

Well, because I could have died. Did you consider that? Wouldn't you throw the first thing you saw? Wouldn't you throw the obscene piece of trash that had been swinging around right next to you for 200 miles?

Yes, I'm sure it was not a wasp.

Because it was a hornet, Sarah. That's why.