When I was a kid, my neighbor had several large boxes of bees. I didn't realize anything about bees at the time, other than they sting the hell out of you.

So I was outside, throwing rocks at the bees and their box hives one day, much like I always did. The old man next door, must have been 80 years old, picked up some rotten pears that had fallen from his pear tree and started to throw them at me!

I was a rather startled 7 or maybe 8 year old kid. So I went inside and told my Dad about how this crazy ass old man was throwing fucking pears at me!

I eventually became very good friends with my neighbors, I learned a lot about bees too. I was never stung once.

However, there is a certain amount of thrill involved in tampering with a bee hive.

I spent an hour or two as kids throwing rocks at wasps nests, and running from them. We were all young, stupid kids finding cheap thrills by poking at nature.