Once, when I was a child in Thessaloníki, I made the mistake of getting too close to a swarm. They didn’t seem to notice me and I was fascinated, and then all of a sudden they did notice me and the swarm was a single thing that rose up off the flowers and roared at me, reached out for me with arms and teeth, and I ran. This time when I hear the noise I start running immediately, and of course I am perfectly dressed for it, so I make pretty good time for a guy who is maybe not built for the kind of life Grant envisions.