The path leads to a clearing where tents are clustered
around a rickety dock. Two men stop their work to stare at you. "You
can put your bag in here," the young man says, waving at one of the
tents. "And the latrine's over there," he goes on, waving the other
He's waiting when you come back out. "Come on," he says.
"This way to the lab."
"Some questions," you say, as you follow him down the path.
"First, uh..." How do you ask this gracefully? "You have killer bees
in the lab, right? What do I need to know about them?"
He turns and gives you a look. "You don't know?"
"I know you need to run away from them as fast and as far as you can...."
"No no no," he says. "First you
need to know that you never ever make them angry. And they become angry
if you threaten their nest." He walks on for a moment. "They become
very VERY angry."