SciFi author Eric Frank Russell read a newspaper report of this disaster and considered how one small individual could affect a large system. He wrote the novel "Wasp", about a single terrorist disrupting an entire planet.

It's a fun novel, in a black humor sort of way, but totally science fiction. Maybe one wasp once disrupted traffic, but really.

Really.

There is nothing as unnerving as seeing a black monster hovering between your eyeballs and the steering wheel.

I did not lose control of my car the way the driver in the 1950s did, but I, and everyone around my car, was happy that traffic was light and I was close to a traffic signal where I could stop.

I stopped somewhat short of the signal. Fortunately, I only have to press buttons to lower every window in the car. Remember crank windows? A crank on every door and reaching across the front seat or behind your back?

Once the windows were down, we get to stage 2 - get rid of the damn wasp!

I looked for the critter and discovered it was on my shoulder, dancing cheek to cheek with me.

There's a standard tango move where you shift your shoulder to offer your partner a "salida" (exit).

If you lead the move properly, your partner will follow your suggestion.

I seldom get it quite right, and my partner will do something I don't expect because they think that's what I want.

Fortunately, I was on my way home from a tango lesson where I'd been practicing this maneuver. The wasp understood its part. It stepped back and performed a elegant salida out the window.

Which I closed before it returned for the next pattern as the light turned green and I did a "giro" (turn) onto I-94.