When I was young on the farm, I would cut hay in the summer. Damned old sickle bar mower would stop up in every bees nest. Sometimes get stung hundred times in one encounter.
One of the first things learned on the farm - never shoot a hornet nest.
“never shoot a hornet nest.”
Chicken. Here is how you were supposed to do it. You get yerself a long pole, then stick that pole into that nest. When they come down that nest after you, you head right smack straight for your buddies.
After every kid gets the hell stung out of them, they learn their lesson for...OH, about half a day. Then its the same thing all over again.