there was no time to get away , they would all sting her at once and she would die with them crawling on her skin , crawling into her eyes , crawling into her mouth , pump-ing her tongue full of poison on their way down her throat - trisha thought she was screaming , but when she thumped her head against the underside of the tree-trunk , showering bits of bark and moss down into her sweaty hair and waking herself up , she heard only a series of tiny , kit-tenish mewling sounds .