fear (and discrimination) of bees
I was eating breakfast this morning (imagine that, breakfast in the morning) and noticed a bee (or wasp, it flies, buzzes, and can sting me, who cares what it's really called) buzzing around the room. So I immediatly started plotting it's death, nice guy that I am. I don't like bees and will kill (or at least start plotting to) them on sight, at least inside. If outside, well that's their home so I'll leave them be so long as they leave me be. Inside though, that's my home and they die. So after swatting this one with the fly swatter (repeatedly, have to make sure it's really dead and not faking it) I went back to whatever it was I was doing. But it did bring to mind a past experience with bees.
A few years back (three? four? who knows...) I woke up to a rather interesting sight one morning. First thing I noticed when I woke was the buzzing of bees, which was no big deal, there is (and has been as far back as I can remember) a hive just outside my window. But when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a bee (although I think it was really a wasp, not that I cared about that difference). The next fifty or so things I saw were also bees. There were somewhere around fifty (maybe even a hundred, I wasn't counting that closly) bees within two feet of my head, all inside my room. It was a rather unpleasant awakening.
Before you ask, no, I was not stung at any point in this particular adventure (although I have been in the past). And really not much more exciting happened then waking up with the swarm next to me in bed. I got out of bed, left the room, closed the door, and went about my day. They couldn't have cared less about me, they had a screen to get through so they could go outside. Two or three days later, without any food and not being able to get through the screen, they were all dead. I cleaned up most of them, but it wouldn't surprise me if there were still a few bodies in my room.
After the clean up and excitement was over we (me mostly, but my sister was there that day as well) looked around to figure out where the bees came from. Turned out there was a hive in the attic/ceiling of my closet. They had dug through the drywall and when it came time for hatching or whatever it was they did, well into my room they went. But they couldn't (or didn't want to) get back into the ceiling and instead went for the open window.
So that's that story, and no complaints from me should it never happen again. Was a terribly frightening experience, but at least no one got hurt (unless you count the bees, but it was their own fault they couldn't fly through the screen, silly bees).