The Bee (part 1) – August 10^th, 2000, somewhere in the middle of Montana Mile: 391 Pop Quiz (Geographical and mathematical): A boy leaves Rapid City South Dakota at 9:08 am MST travelling at 72 mph in a northwesterly direction. A bee leaves Seely Lake Montana at 6:32 am MST on the same day travelling at 17 mph in a southeasterly direction. After the boy travels 391 miles, said bee and said boy collide. The mass of the boy/bike combination is 461 kg. The mass of the bee is 0.3 ounces. The point of impact is full body for the bee, just to the right of the adam's apple on the neck of the boy. a) How much does the boy hurt upon impact? b) How long does the pain last? c) Is the bee still alive, if so what is the life expectancy of said bee? d) Is the stinger in the bee or in the boy? e) Where does the bee go and what is his velocity (speed and direction) 13 seconds after impact. I'll give everyone a few moments............ ........how's it going?............... ........okay, some answers: a) A whole damn lot. The pain isn't excruciating, but I have tears running down my cheeks. b) 2.7 hours (even with Benadryl topical cream). c) Yes, the bee is still alive. Life expectancy: 7 seconds after boy finds the bee (which is an interesting side story, see below). d) The stinger is lodged in the boy's neck e) The bee ends up taking refuge in the boy's shirt. He oh so nicely drops down to belly level. The boy's shirt is tucked in. Since the momentum of the bee is negligible (the mass is too small to be of issue), the final velocity of the bee is that of the boy (72 mph in a northwesterly direction). I can feel something "wet" on my belly at this point but don't know if it's a whole bee, a friend of the impacting bee, or bee guts. I also don't know where the stinger is at this point in time. 9 miles later we reach our destination. Sure enough, I look in the mirror and there's something in my neck. Mother graciously pulls it out, and: it's a stinger. Now it's time to look for the bee. I untuck my shirt, flip it up at the bottom, and lo and behold it's my new friend the bee. The little b**tard is still alive, although quite disorientated. To reorient him, I flick him to the ground. Then I stomp on his little punk a**. I'm not happy.