As you can see by the dramatic reconstruction of this event my sister Wendy was trying to be helpful by tidying up the garage which was in desperate need. I was on the side of the house digging a hole which I probably fell into later, but back to the story. I hear a scream and look up and see Wendy running, faster than I have ever seen anyone run, down the driveway and around the house opposite the side I was on. I ran around front to meet her and see what was happening. She was shaking and screaming, "get them off me, GET THEM OFF ME" and then started trying to take off her shorts. I offered to spray her with the hose but she said no. Tiny yellow-jacket bees were stuck to her clothes but I think she was vibrating hard enough that all of them eventually shook loose and went away. She got stung once on her leg and I did feel sorry for her but I was laughing so hard I don't think I looked very sympathetic. Sorry Wendy!