don't squash yellow bugs

i was on my way to work. it was a different way that usual. the highway.

i could have sworn i could get over. the way was clear. but when i started to shift to the left lane a yellow bug blared her horn and sped up.

i pulled back to the previous lane. heart in my throat.

i felt a flash of anger. at the bug, at me.

after a few moments i safely got over. pulling myself right behind the bug at a stop light where a road ran through the highway.

i tried to avoid looking up into the bug rear view mirror. didn't want to catch a glare that told me i was an idiot.

i took a glance. she wasn't looking at her rear view mirror. she was looking at her passenger seat.

holding up some kind of octopus plush toy and shaking it in a soothing, distracting manner.

as if to calm a startled, crying baby.

i am an idiot.