Lost Creek Hollow hold on to your heart.

He'd gotten a bit carried away with things, which wasn't unusual. But it did leave Riordan in a sticky situation - literally. Having caught sight of a swarm of bugs within the forest, he had followed their tiny selves all the way to a nice husk of beehive. It was a few feet above his head, which meant to reach it he'd have to stand on his hind legs. That was the easy part - because the hive was still a touch too high for him, even if he reached out and hopped a little bit.

After a few hours of hopping, straining, and even grabbing a big stick and trying to wield it with his big mouth, all he had to show for it was -- well, a pelt covered head-to-shoulders with thick honey, and a very angry swarm of bees chasing after him. So when he emerged at the pool's edge, he was running full-tilt, ignoring everything in his path as he  plummeted towards the water. The swarm was right behind him, and closing fast.