Many years ago I thought I would chop up a stump to get rid of it and get some exercise to boot. On the second chop I felt a sting and by the second sting realized what was going on. I ran to the back porch with the ax still in my hand. The door was locked and my late wife with her hands to her face panicked and just stood there. Seven stings and after a call to my neighbor, a doctor, took a couple of antihistamines and all was good.