Posted by CaptOrbit One time, many years ago I was exploring the unused top floor of a still-active horse barn, it was a big old barn the horses were kept down in the building's foundations the top floor must have had a ceiling of about 25 feet I don't recall if there was anyway to access the top floor from the outside it may have had a ramp but if it did it would have certainly have had blocked off doors. The only way I could find to access it was a very narrow set of steps behind the door at the rear of the tack room. The stairs felt sturdy enough and soon I emerged head first into the large open space of the top floor sunlight brightly streaming in from all around, just then I noticed something whizzing past my face. I turned to get a better look around... Then I froze in horror. I had heard a buzzing sound coming up the steps but foolishly dismissed it as wind or possibly a piece of electrical equipment and was neither of those things, The air was absolutely thick with wasps and hornets, and possibly yellow jackets I don't know but they were everywhere, both mud and paper nests lined the walls and ceilings all shapes and sizes all seemingly active. To say that there were easily a thousand nests doesn't seem like it could be an exaggeration. I slowly started back down the stairs with some of them buzzing only inches by my head as I did. When I reached the door in the tack room I closed it quickly behind me, left the barn and vowed never to return. I never did.
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You're lucky. When I was little and heard that buzzing, my dad and I were standing on top of a bumble bee hive. I came very close to death after that encounter. I certainly would have died if I had been alone (I was 7 years old). I still have a severe phobia of those damn things - in all forms.
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