A swarm of bees attacked and killed a 400-pound llama standing in a pasture.

That’s it. There doesn’t really have to be much more to the story than that, does there? Hell, the phrase “400-pound llama” is really enough all by itself.

Try it out. Just say that out loud, really slow.

“Four hundred pound… llllllllllama.”

Seriously, just try not to giggle. I bet you can’t do it.

Throw in “stung to death by bees while standing in a pasture” and you’ve got yourself a mental image that will keep you going for the rest of the day.

I picture this one ne’er-do-well llama out in a pasture, maybe leaning against a tree having a smoke. He’s looking bored. Suddenly his eyes widen at something he sees off screen.

The rest of the scene looks like a weird Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom Rodney King tape.

yama. sounds much differently when it's pronounced the native way. no 'L'.

african killer bees, no doubt?
what else would attack a llama?

some sheep ranchers put llamas in with the stock to keep away the coyotes and wolves. works from what I hear...

Actually, it sounds like they were just plain old honey bees. Apparently, they belonged to a neighbor who'd been warned that 'his bees were becoming aggressive'.

Honey bees, llama's -- must be a whole neighborhood of people raising exotic animals for money -- next week they'll be a story from the same town about an emu kicking some chinchilla's to death.

Yama. Ha. Yamaha.

Fits in with the whole "just try not to giggle" thing.

Sort of.

Maybe the Larma was allergic to the bees.

I've had the front of a bee veil so covered with bees trying to kill me that I couldn't see out of it.