Ken keeps bees. Yesterday he suited up and was working with bees. At one point he walked near me, and I heard the sound of an unhappy guard bee. Bees usually have a sweet humming noise, but guard bees under stress sound insistent and rather like a dentist drill. The bee stung me just under the eyebrow. I yelled, and Ken came over and found it and pulled it off my hat and suggested I get some clay on the sting. I believe the clay helped reduce the swelling.