At the age of fourteen I worked for a beekeeper one summer. Interesting job. Cutting the limbs out of trees containing swarms of bees, putting as much of the swarm in a burlap bag as we could, then pile three people and the swarm of honey bees into a VW Beetle. The beekeeper had little to no reaction to stings. As the summer wore on, my reaction to stings became worse. The last time I got stung, one had crawled up my pant-leg so I reached down and crushed it from the outside, ignoring the stinger that was still pumping venom into my leg. The end result was the calf of my leg swelled to the point that I had to split the calf inseam on my Levis to get them on. I'm still fascinated with bees and much of our yearly garden is focused on drawing bees.