Well I got home from a ride with my son when a bee flew down the back of my pants and was stinging me in the a$$. My wife was gone and the doors were locked, so there I stood in front of my house (in a sub-division mind you) a bee stinging me in the a$$, no way to get inside so I drop trou in my front yard and out flew what looked to be a yellow jacket or hourse fly, my sons, because my oldest son got home just in time for the entertainment, were laughing there a$$es of at me yelling "oh *** it got me again" while slapping and grabbing at my a$$ before I was able to get my pants down and let it out. All in all I got bit or stung about 6 times before letting it free. I would have loved to have been on the other side of this situation because it was obviously pretty funny according to my sons. Just one of those days.