so after reading the "so you've asked for a location" thread, i got over myself and decided to start turning down some dirt roads today on the way home from an errand out in the country. i ran across a lovely road that looked like it would provide a lot of opportunities, and i wasn't wrong. came across a few old farms, some random buildings, and some railroad tracks. lots of rubbernecking, until i came across this lovely barn. immediately, me and my bright colored and girl smelling self run towards this beautiful barn that's falling down, surrounded by all these neat boxes. FULL OF BEES. AND IM ALLERGIC.

they finally start figuring out im there, come after me, i get stung, say screw it, grab the quick shot, quickly went to back to my car and grabbed my pen. and then i peed right on the side of the highway - in front of everyone. the whole time i'm laughing because my "tribe" is worried about bums, eco/bio hazards, the usuals, and here i am getting chased by bees terrified and laughing and peeing my pants.

there were some really neat windows on the side. i will be going back

this concludes the story of my first exploration by myself.

note to self: bring extra pants when exploring. and a towel, or something.

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Teh Beeeez! I'm not allergic to wasps, but I can't stand more than one at a time... I used to be a retained firefighter, and I got sent into an attic to look at the freshly extinguished chimney with a thermal imaging camera... turn my torch on and see a gigantic nest the size of a dustbin, complete with the horrible little fuckers walking all over it. To this day I've never managed to make an entire fully formed sentence with as many swear words in.

So sorry and glad you survived. But so funny. I was exploring a boat yesterday and was stung in the face by a wasp. I swatted by face to kill the wasp and batted my glasses off by face, flinging them into the next room. They snapped right down the middle. Then I partially tore a calf muscle later in the day.

Injuries and fuck ups come with the territory.

i was laughing the entire time, which wasn't helping, because the bees are actually attracted to the carbon monoxide, as i found out later.

a friend offered to gift me his bee suit, but i didn't think walking around looking like walter white was brighter than my original idea.

now i know: as pretty as those crates are (girls love crates), STAY AWAY.

...but at least i turned down the road

That's funny to read, but if it was me, I'd be screaming for my life. ESPECIALLY if I was allergic.

Posted by IndoAnomaly So sorry and glad you survived. But so funny. I was exploring a boat yesterday and was stung in the face by a wasp. I swatted by face to kill the wasp and batted my glasses off by face, flinging them into the next room. They snapped right down the middle. Then I partially tore a calf muscle later in the day. Injuries and fuck ups come with the territory.

Just a caution - killing a wasp sends out a chemical signal to alert the others to attack. So if you're within an approximate 10 foot range of the nest, GTFO!

This has to be one of my favorite exploring stories. And glad to hear you're alright.

Greetings,

Call me crazy, but I am allergic to bees also. So I have A LOT of respect for these awesome pollinators. At the same time I have a sense of fear that shoots up me whenever I see more than a handful near me... I am actually restructuring my yard to add one of these evil boxes of allergic death... Because I am working on planting fruit trees. Long story...

But when you see these pretty boxes, or that wall near your exploration has an odd buzzing sound... Remember:
Stay calm.
Shallow, slow controlled breaths.
If they start swarming. move away.

Otherwise the following scenario might happen:
Wow, this is a really cool abandoned 1910s-1920s era building. The plaster is even on most of the walls. Look at the marvelous floors and the wood only has minor water damage in a few spots. Even though abandoned, this place was either built really well, or someone has been maintaining the roof.
That one floor board just creaked hard and sagged funny. I stumble as it gives a little too much. I catch myself partially falling on one of the plaster walls with a loud thud. No damage. Just a soft board.
That is when you hear the murmuring noise.
The sound almost of an electric razor in the next room...
You see an area of the wall you hit is missing in the corner.
A bee pops out.
It looks at you. You look back.
It takes flight. You hold still to reduce your threat to it.
Another one pops out. Your pen is in your car... about a quarter of a mile away.
You blink and breath as slowly and softly as possible as you slowly back towards the door.
The murmuring razor sound suddenly sounds like you have ended up in some freakish salon with a dozen chairs all cutting hair. The wall that you were just against streams to life as a sea of bees envelop it. All of their bodies make it look like the wall has taken a freakish life of its own...
You have managed to cause a swarm scenario. You continue out slowly while minimizing breathing. Bees are all around you. The air is full. You don't even move your arms as you slowly progress out.
You can feel some landing on you and you resist the desire to flinch. To whack. To RUN.
You make it outside and notice the humming buzz is even louder if possible. You continue away and let the bees regroup with their compatriots. You see the holes in the exterior are shooting what looks like a river of bees. You progress half holding your breath to your car trying not to anger them any further...
You get to your car. Open the door. Sit down. A searing hot pain hits you in your posterior.
You survived a house that was turned into a hive, but you didn't make sure there were no bees on your butt before you sat down.

What an idiot.

Pop open the glove box. Pull out the pen. Inject the life saving medicine. Drive a ways away... Uncomfortable as your right butt cheek is on fire.

Try to figure out who you know that will yank the stinger out of your butt cheek or if you will pay the $75 for urgent care...

Have fun,

Hugh