I once walked into a swarm of bees - I think part of their colony was moving out or something. I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, but stopped when I noticed buzzing that sounded more like a rock concert about to begin. Fortunately, I remembered seeing something about bees swarming, so I just stood there for a moment and soaked in the experience of being surrounded by hundreds of flying bees. I noticed the plants near me were black and sagging with bees. It was kinda neat.
I don’t have any nice stories about yellow jackets. They all end with “...and the sting hurt like the bejeezus!!!” Got it in a finger joint, back of the neck, etc.
Oh wait, one ended without me getting stung. I was doing yard work and noticed a yellow jacket heading straight for me. In a panic, I turned to run and swung my rake at it in a feeble attempt to ward it off. There was a satisfying *bonk* and the feel of a baseball home run in the rake handle. I turned back just in time to see my would-be assailant falling to the ground.
Like others, I like bees. Wasps not so much.