Over 60 years ago ,I and my 2 friends were bird nesting in the hedgerows (egg collecting was a passion in those days, most school boys could recognise the layers of all the common birds eggs in an instant) We had a code of conduct ,even in those unenlightened days
. Upshot was ,one of the 2 older by 3-4 years then I poked an abandoned nest
. All hell broke loose as he and the other one ran off shouting "HORNETS"!!, I being younger (dafter), wearing short trousers and a t-shirt was swamped with what I now know to have been a swarm of honey bees
..They stung me on all exposed surfaces plus some unexposed ones
.
The first house we came to was the home of one of the 2 boys, whose mother stripped me off, stood me on the kitchen table and preceeded to pull out the stings using tweezers, as she did so she dabbed each sting site with a moistened 'dolly blue bag'.
I don't remember any adverse reactions or feeling in fear of imminent death, but then nobody had primed me with lurid tales of such things
,.I was back out ,down the fields within an hour !!
John Wilkinson