Years ago, I painted houses for a living. At the top of a ladder, I accidentally disturbed a nest of white faced bumble bees. If you know anything about them, you know they're mean - they'll chase you down. Well, they were flying all around my head, but were making no contact because of my long hair, beard, and shades. I slid down the ladder, and of course, they followed. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen: one of them took off after another painter on the crew; a young lanky man, nearly six and a half feet tall. He took off at a dead run with the little bee right on his tail. He lept over a seven foot high hedge row like Peter Pan and never returned.
