Me and bees have never really gotten along. Not by my doing of course. I tried to make peace with a bee from the very beginning. When I was about 6 years old my friend and I found a "dead" bee and thought he needed a proper burial. While my friend went in to grab a spoon (for shoveling dirt) I held the poor bee on my thumb.
"Not all bees sting" I told my friend. In this case I was wrong. The little devil was playing us the whole time. He stung my thumb and flew away... (I could go on about how I decided this is where fingerprints come from.... but I won't)
I wish I could share a picture with you of the following summer when I swatted a bee away from my ear and he came right around and stung me on the bottom lip... that's a picture worth seeing. :)
I'll do my best to steer clear this year.
When once just isn't enough...