in elementary school i played a game where my friend and i would go around stomping on bees in the field. there were a lot of bees at that time (they seem to be gone now.) and the bees always seemed to like flying low to the ground making them great targets. we would sneak up, step on the bee, and rotate our feet with great force, to make sure the bees were properly disposed of. well, during some welcoming event for middle school, i got stung by a yellow jacket. i guess the bee cousins got me for my evil deeds.