Bee story-Beau style...
So here I am, mowin' my dad's yard last summer, and he has the 1972 F-100 sitting in front of his garage, because we're messing with the 360 in it...
Well, I'd mowed the yard probably 10-15 times and never had a problem, till this time. I was about 10 feet or so away, blowing the grass back toward the truck, when I saw it...a fawking bumblebee as big as a Harrier jet, and twice as dangerous!
It made one pass across the nose of my mower, did a vertical loop, and came in for the kill.
I pulled the ejection handle, (namely the blade disenegage) and came off that mower like the sumbitch had turned into a half starved mountain lion.
The bee immediately gave me pursuit, along with several angry wingmen, while I did my best white-boy Carl Lewis up the driveway and near a 1/4 mile down the road...while my dad stood just inside the basp00get door laughing and crying. Heartless .

So now, here I am mowing again, and we've since moved the truck some, but I have this god-awful phobia of it...anyone know of a support group?
He's callin me a wuss, a wimp, plus other names I probably can't mention (family site and all).
I don't even know if there are any more bees in the thing, and i sure as hell ain't gonna get close enough to see.
I'm not normally bothered by bees, but summer 2006 I got stung by a honeybee here at my place while mowing, and it messed me up pretty good, I was maybe 45 yards from the house...and almost passed out before I made it inside.
I don't want a big-assed bumble bee to make my little ass extinct!
:hick:
This is a true story...so let's hear some of yours.