 He, instead of rolling the window down and throwing the bee outside the car, he just let the bee go again. The bee started flying around the car and the boy became hysterical. He said, dad, that bee can kill me. And the father smiled at his son. He opened his hand and there was the stinger of that bee in the middle of his hand. He said, son, that, that bee can't hurt you anymore. It can't harm you. I've got the stinger in my own hand.