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Mary hated going through the connectors and walked purposefully down the center to avoid detection, focused dead ahead. Abruptly, she caught sight of black movement: shadowed, intensified through the hazy plastic. Mary froze; it was the first time she’d encountered one this close. They were told that the material was impenetrable but how could it be when the thing was almost as big as the connector itself? The bee grew larger, pressing its furry body against the side of the dome. Mary, deadlocked with fear, watched in horror as it rip-stabbed through the wall with its proboscis.