even considering the honey, bees are my least favorite things.
one time, i got stung on my pinky, and it swelled up so much it felt like it was gonna pop off my hand--it was stretched as far as it could go to the side.
About six or seven years ago a similar thing happened to me. It was Summer, so naturally my mother was out the back sunbathing. She opened her eyes, looked up and saw a blurry cloud of yellow and black. They practically took over both conifer bushes, and the beeman came in to take them away. The queen bee was attracted to her perfume, and the rest of the swarm followed.
I like bees; they're the cool, flying ants. Organized, useful and deadly. I mean.. c'mon. If I could be any bug, it would be a bee.
You made poison out of beans yo.