"Sonuvabitch!"  Quinta howls as she smashes a very large bee on her arm just a fraction too late.  Swearing loudly, she warily leaves the trail - just barely avoiding a tar pit - to cut some bark off a tree and shew it.  From the lok on her face it tastes truly noxious, but pain lines iin her face fade after a bit and the bark paste she packs on the sting takes the swelling down a bit.  her eyes, well, her pupils are dilated aa bit and she sems a bit jumpy.  The sting remedy clearly has a side affect.  "This place is just swarming with critters that would love to kill us.  And funny thing is, I'm no naturalist but I'd swear some of them live in salt water.  Supposed to, anyway."