Early this morning the phone rings, a nervous female voice is heard on the other end "Mr. Minton, your bees are here" "No worries, on my way!". Arrived with spray bottle full of sugar water. Entered the post office, rang the bell. The Female Postie ask's me to come around the back to the back entrance as some of the bees are loose. Pulled around, and she gennnntllly pushs out a cart. In the exact middle, cushioned like it was a bomb ready to go off was my package of russians. Yes, some bees were loose, four where hanging on and getting fed thru the screen. No holes in the package, they must have hung on for the entire four day trip. Goggled eyed she watched me reach in and pull the package from the pile of cushioning. I didn't have the heart to joke with her (you know, "let's open'm up, I have to count to make sure they're all there"). A quick spray with sugar water and off on the fifteen mile return trip home.