Yesterday I helped a Backwards Beekeeper to straighten out the combs they build at a 90 degrees on the waxed starter strips. We were just standing looking at the hive about 25 ft away, not in the flight path when one lady flew straight at my forehead and stung me direct.
I figure she was in a bad mood.
The rest of the day I felt like i was becoming partly klingon with the shape of a turtle forming on my forehead.
This morning I went walking with the dog, and when I returned my wife told me to check in the mirror. Both my eyes are closed a little bit, the right eye more than the left. All because of one sting!
Risk of the trade ... ;-)