Three weeks had passed, and Sally was barely sleeping from the struggle taking place inside her.

She was starting to panic. She got bigger every day, and the process was accelerating. By her calculations, Cici and Melissa were physically 3 years old by now, and her stomach was getting really, really big.

Even worse, she’d seen a weird bee-lady on a few occasions watching her. Whatever that meant. Was she going insane?

And if not, what did the insect want?