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<blockquote data-quote="Anonymous" data-source="post: 955509"><p>Hahaha! Trust me I've ha my share of bee encounters trying to catch swarms and such. </p><p>But your story reminds me of me and my younger brother. I was about 7 years old, he was 6. My dad worked as a morticians assistant and we lives in a mobile home provided by his employer. The town was small, even for being back in the late 70s. </p><p>Across a field that seemed like it was huge, but most likely was maybe 10-15 acres, sat a boarded up warehouse. The building had been abandoned as long as I remembered. The plywood over the windows was all gray from the weather and starting to rot. Being up in the mountains of Arizona who knows how long it took plywood to rot. </p><p>One day the field was filled with honey suckle, it must have been spring. We made our way across the field on foot, grabbing as much of that sweet nectar along the way as our little arms would allow. Once we got to the building we figured it would be fun to throw rocks at the boarded up windows. That quickly got boring, So I dared him to go punch one of the boards down. </p><p>Being he was young and dumb and I was older and smarter, he took the dare and I stood back. I didn't want to get caught vandalizing after all. </p><p>As soon as he knocked that board out, they buzz filled the air. We both ran as fast as we could, but being older, smarter, an bigger, I had a head start and ran faster. He got the full brunt of their fury. </p><p>To this day I don't know if they were bees, wasps or yellow jackets. Doesn't matter, as the lesson would repeat itself a few short years later as I dared him to taunt the Doberman at my grandads neighbors house. We hopped the fence and, well, you know the rest of the story.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Anonymous, post: 955509"] Hahaha! Trust me I've ha my share of bee encounters trying to catch swarms and such. But your story reminds me of me and my younger brother. I was about 7 years old, he was 6. My dad worked as a morticians assistant and we lives in a mobile home provided by his employer. The town was small, even for being back in the late 70s. Across a field that seemed like it was huge, but most likely was maybe 10-15 acres, sat a boarded up warehouse. The building had been abandoned as long as I remembered. The plywood over the windows was all gray from the weather and starting to rot. Being up in the mountains of Arizona who knows how long it took plywood to rot. One day the field was filled with honey suckle, it must have been spring. We made our way across the field on foot, grabbing as much of that sweet nectar along the way as our little arms would allow. Once we got to the building we figured it would be fun to throw rocks at the boarded up windows. That quickly got boring, So I dared him to go punch one of the boards down. Being he was young and dumb and I was older and smarter, he took the dare and I stood back. I didn't want to get caught vandalizing after all. As soon as he knocked that board out, they buzz filled the air. We both ran as fast as we could, but being older, smarter, an bigger, I had a head start and ran faster. He got the full brunt of their fury. To this day I don't know if they were bees, wasps or yellow jackets. Doesn't matter, as the lesson would repeat itself a few short years later as I dared him to taunt the Doberman at my grandads neighbors house. We hopped the fence and, well, you know the rest of the story. [/QUOTE]
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