This is kind of an analogy. (comparison between two things, sometimes not related.) That is for DRC, may his wishes about my ability to be more easily understood come true. I may have to go back to school to learn how to express myself more clearly. A year ago this summer I was mowing grass and weeds in front of thirty hives of bees on my property. They have been here a number of years. I have always had my own hives here since 1983, now a commercial guy keeps 30 colonies here year around. They produce well here. Lindens, orchards, wild apples, clover, golden rod and on down the line. I knew better than to mow around them because it was a hot, sunny sultry day. There was no pollen or nectar run on. The only bees missing from those hives were the water carriers bring water back to humidify the hives. Those hundreds upon hundreds of thousands bees were not in a good mood. Kinda like some of our wives get in sometimes. I came around a corner of a block and kicked one of the hives with my mower. They were already PO'ed from the mower vibration and when I nudged that hive all Hades broke loose. The 3 closet hives came out to give me their greeting cards. A veritable cloud and they were heading for me. I didn't know my old mower had that high a gear and I and they were off. By the time I got to the house still knocking down bees I knew I was in trouble. I don't know how many stings I had but there was much more than a couple. In the house already gasping for air I started taking any and every antihistamine and epinephrine containing pill and capsule I could find. Swallowing them, pulling them apart and sticking them under my tongue. Pouring their contents in water and drinking them. Nancy had the truck running and was about to call 911. I was as close to dead as I have ever come in the many times I have had a chance to die. The stuff kicked in and I could feel my airways opening up. Swollen like a pumpkin I could at least breathe. Yesterday I kicked the hive so to speak. A lot of bees and even some bumblebees (the big guys) came out to greet me. The air was thick with them and many of them together made a lot of noise. They eyeballed me pretty close and got on the bill of my cap but I didn't get venomized. Good thing it wasn't snakes, 'eh 'Ol PyhthonJohn. I ain't gonna kick that hive again. As 223 FullMetalJacket said we'll see if there are any aftershocks. I am kinda eyeballing this paper wasp nest though, I hope they are hibernating when I shake it loose. Postbeetle.