The Girl with the Bee

It all started on October 7^th 2011, an obsession so deep no one could predict how bad the situation was about to get. A girl named Miranda Gue found the object, which she would obsess over for the rest of eternity. The poor subject would not stand a chance and could not hide it’s self. I mean no poor 2008 Dodge Charger Super Bee could ever guess its B5 Pearl Blue coat could ever attract such attention of a 20-year-old woman. That its 425-horse power Hemi could lure her to its location like a beacon and lull her to sleep in her dreams. No the poor Super Bee never had a clue that after October 7^th it’s fate would be sealed. On this day my Aunt Kay surprised Miranda by letting her drive her precious Super Bee for her birthday present. Mind you no one related to my Aunt, other then her husband, my Uncle Kenny had been allowed to drive this car, including me. It was loves at first drive for Miranda and from that point forwards the Bee was doomed.

            Every time the Bee was ever over at my place there was Miranda outside staring at it, fawning over what she called “her” precious Bee. As soon as she caught whiff the car was even close she was on her way to intercept it. Before too long the Bee seemed like the center of her world, that was all she would talk about, all she would want to take pictures off. Her memory card and computer were filled with pictures of the sparkling blue Bee from every angle possible. It was her i-pods cover picture, her computer background; phone background, every digital device she owned had the picture of the Bee prevailing.

Slowly she was building a shrine to this car and she told every one that one day it would be hers, or that it was “her” car. No longer was this car my aunt’s; in her mind that car was hers no matter what the hard fact said. The Super Bee belonged to her, her Toyota RAV4 was just a filler car till one say that sparkling blue piece of perfection would sit on her drive way.

It was like this car completely took over her mind; it was all she could think about. It was crazy to watch her slowly convert to the “Super Bee religion” as it she worshiped that car like it was the center of the universe. When the Bee got into an accident she was asking for pieces to take home to expand(?) her shrine from just pictures to something she could always touch from the Bee.

This obsession took her over completely; she was lost in that moment she drove that car, never to return. No one has found a cure for her addiction; my aunt has no clue what to think about this person stalking her Super Bee, always outside with a camera. No one had a clue that for a full week while my family was on vacation and my aunt was staying at the house that there was a stalker hounding her car, camera ready to snap as many pictures as possible with no one noticing.  Just taking the time to stare and wonder how she could get it home.  I think my aunt it seriously worried now that she’ll find it gone one day, while maybe finding this amusing, that innocent looking Miranda is so fixated on her muscle car.

Miranda hasn’t gotten any better, no one ever think she will at this point. Her whole world is fixated on this car; it’s the center of her universe!

October 5^th is coming up again; I wonder if you can guess what she wants for her birthday present?