When Bees Attack

The other day, I was in Mexico with Donald. It was a dreary, rainy day, and there wasn't much going on outside. I was sitting in the break room with Donald and two other women, just having a conversation with them when I noticed something falling from the ceiling. It was small. But I could tell it wasn't something we wanted in the break room with us. That's when I heard one of the women say "KADJLDKJAKLDNFOEIJA WHAT THE ***** THERE'S A ******** BEE IN HERE WHATALDKFJAIODJFAKLDFNJ;O" Use your imagination here :) 

Yes. A bee. Like "You silly human you I'm gonna sting you!" 

Now, I have never been stung by a bee. And I didn't plan on getting stung that day either. 

Luckily, one of the women had some kind of killer instinct because she killed the bee with one blow. Ding dong the wicked bee is dead. Ha, yeah right. 

Bees don't travel alone, guys. And if you kill one of their friends, they get very, very angry. One more bee flew towards us. Then another. Then another. Suddenly there was a total of five bees in a teeny tiny break room. 

Donald and I, it turns out, have the best self preservation skills imaginable. I'm not proud of this, but I, along with Donald, took off running. Not only did we run. We may have pushed one of the women out of the way. And she may have fallen behind. And she may have gotten stung. Meanwhile Donald is halfway to Norway. I've never seen a duck run so fast; it was quite impressive actually. Look at Donald Duck's feet when you get a chance; you'll see what I mean. 

Just take this as a lesson. If you are visiting Donald Duck, and a bee appears, don't expect Donald to stick around.