Joe understood why Henry moved his lab to the small cabin. The air had a sweet smell to it, like tea with just enough honey. He was a little concerned, however, as he hadn’t been able to reach him all week.
Joe knocked louder. Still no response. Trying the handle, the door opened. The cabin was quiet, except for a low hum. Joe moved towards the back. The droning intensified.
In the lab, Joe saw Henry hunched over a desk. Swarming bees filled the room.
“Henry?” Joe called.
Henry turned around. His face was covered in dozens of swelling oozing welts. Smiling through cracked lips, he held out his arms, and said, “Aren’t they lovely? They’ve made me their queen!”