Bees are huge for me. I don't care where I am or with whom, I will squeal and run from them, forget dignity. And the greatest of all ironies, they're attracted to me. In a large group of folks, I'm the one they bother. I've tried all the tricks and learned that running from them is my only bet.
One brilliant friend swore till he was blue in the face that if I just sat still, they'd leave me be. Yeah, I still got stung that day. I've sat on them, accidentally sniffed one in flowers, had them make their way into my house, stepped on them(w bare feet) and even had a few fly into my car while I was driving.
My worst experience, I'd had surgery just a week or so prior and was sitting in my back yard relaxing. While I was seated, relaxing in the sun, a couple of bees decided to randomly land on me. Completely forgetting about my recent operation in my irrational fear of bees, I jumped up and ran for it. I made it away without getting stung thank God, but I tore through 2 or three staples doing it. Fun fun.