As Pooh once said, "You never can tell with bees."

“Hooray!” you shouted.
“Isn’t that fine?” shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you.
“What do I look like?”
“You look like a Bear holding on to a balloon,” you said.
“Not-” said Pooh anxiously, “- not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?”
“Not very much.”
“Ah well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can tell with bees.”
There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn’t quite reach the honey. After a little while he called down to you.
“Christopher Robin!” he said in a loud whisper.

“I think the bees suspect something!”
“What sort of thing?”
” I don’t know. But something tells me that they’re suspicious!”
“Perhaps they think that you’re after their honey.”
“It may be that. You never can tell with bees.”