| It was as we were eating these oranges on our first late afternoon that we became acquainted with the local, Africanized honey bees. Or maybe just African honey bees, since these may well be no hybrid, but the real McCoy. With only the presence of fructose as an instigator, these girls make for your face, preferably your lips, and sting with precision and speed. We stopped eating oranges on the patio, and they kept their distance afterward. Normally more than tolerant of bees, we found ourselves trying to kill them whenever possible. |
