Today at lunch a bunch of bees kept going after me. Or something *on* me. Not sure what they were after, but they kept going in my armpits, behind my knees and on my hands. Somehow, despite the instinctive swatting instinct, I didn't get stung by any of them, but I did get pretty agitated. I was trying to read Philip Pullman and drink a smoothie. Leave me alone!