I'm up, I'm up. I forgot to tell the story of The Bee. Prior to our boxmates' arrival, was the arrival of The Bee. Now, even at that point, there were thousands of people sitting in boxes and elsewhere, having their food. But, this bee decided that our food was the most delicious-looking and smelling, so he came to our box. We didn't like having a bee as a visitor and tried, gingerly, to shoo him away. But, this bee was not having it. This bee was simply enamored of our shrimp cocktail sauce and the chicken breasts and he would not be dissuaded from landing on them. We gingerly shooed him and shooed him, but to no avail. It became quite comical and neighboring box dwellers began to enjoy the show. Finally, I said to Tammy, "We must kill the bee." The bee, as if in agreement, landed on one of the shrimp and stayed there. Tammy and I both picked up napkins, moved them close to the shrimp and the bee, and on the count of three we both swiftly moved in and we got the little sucker and twisted it to death in the napkin and then deposited the deceased bee in the bushes.
The End.