"Claro. So now I am going to open the hives, one by one, and spray the bees inside. But first, of course, I want to protect myself." Jorge goes to the rack and puts on a beekeeper hat and gloves.

Now Jorge grabs a spray bottle and aims it at Hive One. "So I kill the first hive," he says, "and the second. But then, on the third hive, something goes wrong, no?"

"How can you be sure?" Mosca demands.

"The bees are not dead in there," Jorge says. "They absconded. The door was ajar when we arrived here."

"And the other hives are still alive," Clara adds. "Why kill only some of the bees? He must have been interrupted."

"And then there is this," you say, scooping up a handful of dead bees. "Hundreds of Africanized bees, all without their stingers. Where did those stingers go?"