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Story time:Anyone have an odd relationship with bee’s? Like any kind. The flying pain makers.So there I was, a young lad of 13 or so, weed whackin away the 4 foot tall brush around my pond. It was high summer, hot as Satan’s taint in a jacuzzi so i was stripped down to boots and cargo shorts. Weed whackin suckssss ass but, ahhh to be young a free. Twas truly a magical time. I digress, so as I’m whackin my weeds, I uncover a small hole in the ground, maybe couple inches in diameter. I think nothing of it and carry on my wayward son.About 4 seconds later, my world became fire. All sense of thought was driven from my brain except run. As fast as fucking possible. RUN MITHER FUCKER RUN! So I ran. Was I screaming like a frightened 6 year old girl? No one will ever know. I tried to jump in the pond, thinking ill lose em! Nah. They just waited. All told by the time if was over, I stopped counting at 120 stings. Ground hornets are straight up badasses.Ever since that day, I have this weird sense that flying murder machines fucking love me. Every spring and through the year until winter, I have bee’s continuously hanging out with me. Its simultaniously awesome, and terrifying.Curious if anyone else has any similar experiences. Mush Loves!