I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee.

I was driving home with my hand out the window, holding the top of the door frame. I do this everyday, unless it is too sweltering and I have to leave the window up so I can have the air conditioner on, or if someone else is riding with me, so that I can talk to them without shouting over the rushing air in my left ear.
This has always been a positive action, the only potentially negative experience occurred two years ago when a semi driving in the opposite direction drove past me, throwing a small piece of gravel through my window at me. If hadn't been wearing glasses, which I always do, it would've hit me right in the eye. Bad.
Today while driving home I had my hand out the window, as described in an earlier paragraph, when I was struck by something in the hand. That's fine, that happens here and there, when all of a sudden, as I look down to see if whatever I was hit by made it inside the car, I see a bumblebee, struggling to reorient itself. My first reaction was "I don't think I've ever seen a bumblebee before. It's always wasps." and then "Jesus Christ, this thing is probably angry and it has a stinger! It is going to sting me!" That is when I started to swerve and arch my left buttock off the seat, in an effort to distance myself from the harpoon with wings.
I quickly pulled the car into someone's driveway and jumped out of the car, "Space Oddity" by David Bowie still blaring from my iPod. I did everything I could to get that bee out of my car, including trying to get it angry at a pencil so it would latch on and exit, which it did eventually do.
And this is the part of the story when I have no idea how to end it.