remember once clearing a badly overgrown path on a nature reserve ,cutting away with the hedgecutter clad in waterproofs as it was pissing down when i felt a stab on my little finger,as i looked down i was covered in hundreds of the f*****s, 10 seconds flat i was a hundred yards away and stripped to the waist i'd been standing right on top of the nest,surprisingly i was only stung once.
i don't like them little f*****s
I was setting some snares once and hammered a peg through the roof of a wasps nest in the ground,they chased me quite away as well,i bit more careful know