The bee flies around Jim twice and, against his better judgment, Jim tries to hold the bee. As expected that goes miserably and he gets stung in a rather unfortunate location.

He starts shouting profanity, forgetting he’s in the middle of downtown by himself. One woman looks at him like at a madman, and a man just frowned at him.

The world starts to feel weird now. Soon after, visuals come and he realizes he’s hallucinating. “Strange, I haven’t done psychedelics in a while,” he mutters, “what kind of bee was that.” At first they were profoundly inconsequential but suddenly they were much more intrusive.