last year in the very warm spring my 16 year old daughter and I were moving some hives next to a field of OSR.
We parked up in the field and carefully unloaded the hives. We placed them on stands ready to be released.
My daughter moved back behind the car and started peeling off her beesuit.
The bees were buzzing away like crazy in the hives and called over to her to keep her beesuit on as the bees might be a little cranky.
She scoffed at my warning in a squeaky know-it-all tone of voice only a teenage girl posseses and said "I have never been stung!... I will be fine!".
She continued taking off her beesuit leaving herself in a tiny pair of shorts and flimsy top that teenagers wear.
I released the bees who exited in a large cloud of fury.
Within a second my daughter shreaked "I think i have been stung!". I looked over and she was holding her long hair.
I said "calm down and move away from the bees"
She stopped, listened and shreaked "i can still hear buzzzzinnnggg!"
Whilst she was beating her head like a chimpanzee, I told her to calm down and focus and I would help.
I walked over to her and with my gloved hands held her hair and started teasing through it pulling out bees.
She them jumped several feet and screamed... "they are down my top!"... she ran into the middle of the field and pulled off her top revealing her skimpy pink and white polka dot bra.
For the next few minutes she ran round in 20m wide circles with her arms in the air holding her hair screaming. every few seconds, she paused... then screamed "i can still hear them!" and continued running and screaming.
After running several circuits, I managed to calm her down to finish pulling bees from her hair.
What she did not realise at the time was an elderly couple of hundred yards down the field was an old couple sitting on the veranda drinking their morning tea whilst basking in Sunday morning sunshine.
They would have seen my skinny nearly 6ft daughter running round the middle of the field screaming in her skimpy clothes... stopping and then screaming again like a teenage girl at a boyzone concert.
We had to pass them when we left in the 4x4 and it was my daughter that was opening the gates. She was as pink as the polka dots on her bra, but they did not say a word.
The chap just tilted his cap a little and his wife just smiled and gave a little wave. I think they enjoyed the entertainment.
My daughter had two very small stings on her scalp, but for some reason she does not like me telling this story.
Heaven forbid if this ever got on the internet!