"Good."

Now that he no longer needed the large knife, he stored it away back on his belt.

"They're not. They're here for the flowers. Irritating shits."

At least he had experience with bees since his childhood. However, experience did not account for bad luck, which he had plenty of here. The last bee stung him on his hand. He grunted and held his hand.

"Fucking ass!"

The stinger was well in there, just his luck. He struggled to get a grasp on it.