My dad, my brother's friend, and I were heading into the woods behind my house to saw up a fallen tree for firewood (my brother was getting gloves and was going to catch up). When we got to the spot I felt a sting on my hip but thought nothing of it. When my dad started sawing I saw a yellow jacket on Josh (my brother's friend) and tried to swat it away only for it to turn on me. Then Josh said I had a few on me and we realized we'd pissed off a nest. After brushing more off (luckily we were all wearing sweatshirts, so most of the stings didn't effect us) we got heavier jackets (including my dad's old bunker coat from when he was a firefighter), gloves, bee spray, a towel, and a plastic storage box lid (the last two are great for smacking them out of the sky) and went in for a second attack. When we got back there we looked for the nest and couldn't find it. Then the neighbor's dog (who, for some reason, likes to hang out with us and was a few feet away from us at the time) started rolling around on the ground as around 20 bees swarmed him. My brother ran up to him and went apeshit with the towel, which cleared most of the bees and scared the dog enough to get him out of the way. As I lead the dog back to our house to make sure he was ok the other 3 found the nest (which was right under where the dog was rolling around) and killed it. Luckily the dog is quite large, so the stings only effected him a bit.

This Troper is deathly alergic to bees.

This troper HATES bees, which is ironic, since her first name means "honeybee".

Melissa, right?

Around this corner of the US of A, we have paper wasps and Yellowjackets, both painful little bastards. Back when we were in grade school, my brother and a friend of his went climbing up a tree in our front yard. All was well and good until a black and yellow insect buzzed past my brother's face. Then another one. And another. His sudden scream of '''"BEES!"''' marked their hasty exit from the tree as the wasps came after them. Brother and friend both set some kind of land speed record getting from the tree to the house - and one of the wasps got into the house.\\ The first thing I knew about this is that they both came crashing through the door, raced into my bedroom, slammed door, and took stock of their injuries: at least five or six stings each, bleeding. Next task: dispose of the intruder. Killing the wasp took about four or five direct hits with a flyswatter!\\ Dad got the basketball-sized nest out of the tree the following winter, and my biology class got a nice show and tell piece.

This Troper has a good one that even occurs at Band Camp for BonusPoints. My high school band's Band Camp takes place at a Seventh-Day Adventist college, where no meat is served due to their religious beliefs. Since most of the band members are generally not Vegetarian, we have a cookout at a nearby park every year where hot dogs, burgers, and all manner of tasty picnic foods are served; we also generally play various games and hang out. One year, we were all playing tag, and one band kid was chasing another. The chasee jumped over something and when he landed, it accidentally disturbed a nest of ground wasps. The poor chaser got caught in the crossfire when the whole nest swarmed all over her, getting in her shoes, under her clothing, up her shirt, in her hair - everywhere. The rest of us playing ran out of the wasps' range; meanwhile all the parent chaperones came rushing to strip the poor girl and get her to a hospital for the stings. She was alright and back on her feet the next day for the Band Camp Dance; we even awarded her a tube of ointment to her as a joke, which she took pretty damn well for someone who got Zerg Rushed by an entire nest of wasps.

I use to never be scared of bees, but this encounter changed that FOREVER. I went downstairs to play cards, but right as I sat down I felt a sting. As it turned out I sat on a bee. Ever since then I've been terrified of anything that stings.

I'm deathly afraid of bees. Like, I'm more afraid of them than the scariest thing on the internet. Once, I saw my cat staring at something in the corner beside the couch, and reached down to get it. Something flew into my arm and I looked down. It was a bee. I spazzed the freak out and hid outside until my cat ate it.

I got stung by a bee when I was about 3 or 4, and now I have a phobia of bees and anything that stings. Also, about 4 or 5 years ago, a bunch of bees decided to build nests near the house. Everytime I saw a bee, I would swat them, and I wouldn't stop until they were clearly dead. Then Fallout New Vegas came out, and I got introduced to the Cazador, a gigantic flying bug that stings you. Needless to say, I go overkill on them whenever I see them. Also, even if I kill the entire nest and there are no red marks on the compass, I still get paranoid.

The first bee I ever saw stung me. Since then I have done everything in my power to avoid them. there were a couple of times when a bee got into MY CAR, and I didn;t discover it until I WAS DRIVING. Amazingly, both times I was NOT stung, and I pulled over at the first opportunity and let it fly out by opening the door of the window it was clining on and stepping the hell back. I've only been stung twice in my entire life, amazingly.

This troper once got stung at Girl Scout Camp. Because Girl Scouts "always leave a place better than how they found it", we were looking around the cabin for trash. While I was at the side of the cabin I noticed a bee on the back of my ankle and screamed and swatted at it. It stung me which made the screaming louder (I was pretty young).By the time the chaperones decided to do anything about the little kid who was out of their sight in the woods and screaming her head off, my dad had heard me from the main building, and ran through some woods and over a small creek to see what had happened.