Eesh. Bees/wasps are the worst. Last week I was doing my best Rasmussen impression on a climb and a wasp flew into my open jersey. I looked down and saw him walking all over my lower stomach in a "WTF just ahppened to me" kind of manner. I grabbed him with my jersey, stopped and danced like a drunken bridesmaid until he was out.

OR

The time I hit a wasp with my face and it stung me on my lip. I walked into a bank to ask a teller if the stinger was still on me and sure enough, before I could say anything I got a look of horror. The stinger was still on me and the sac was pulsing it's goo into my lip. The spot that was stung still cracks and bleeds every other month 4 years later.