Startled by the sound of rustling in the bushes nearby, and still wobbly on her feel, Marble stumbles and trips over the bee mine.
They did not like that at all.
The bees erupt out of the mine and immediately set upon her, eliciting a shrill scream of pain before she just curls up into a ball, as is her normal response. Not that that deters the bees at all, and soon she’s scrambling on hands and knees, trying to get away.
“Spot! Spoot ‘elp!”