Many years ago I worked for a large private golf course, responsible for maintaining all the equipment, running the loader/backhoe and a small dozer. One late summer day, I took the dozer over to our mulch yard where we dumped everything from grass clippings to piles of leaves to small dead shrubs throughout the year, a few times a year I had to pile up all the material. I loved that job, pushing all the accumaluated material in the yard into a large pile in the back where it would decompose. Great fun running that type of equipment. As I am pushing the piles of debris, I am focused on the blade looking over the front of the dozer when I feel things landing on me then stinging me arms. I look around and I am getting covered with pissed off yellow jackets, hundreds of them!! I jumped off the dozer, and rolled on the ground while swatting at the nasty bastards. The dozer kept going on its merry way until it scraped up a load big enough to stall it. I got stung over 2 dozen times and it was a few hours before I went back to the dozer armed with cans of bee killer!!!!! Good thing i am not allergic to bee stings. I kept doing that task for a few years afterward, too much fun to pass up for some dam bees.