Wapun Meadow et tu, brute

saarthal glanced up at the boy with wide eyes, jaw falling open. "you're not serious, right? it's not a bee." but the more she thought about it (a.k.a the three seconds she actually spent thinking) the more it seemed like a plausible idea. she could feel her heart racing at some impossible speed and she began inhaling in short sharp bursts. "i hate bees. dude — what should i do, oh my god."