AND...

a small swarm of wasps covered and stung my right hand once when about 8 years old.

We were in an old shed on an uncle's farm and throwing rocks at a wasp nest inside the shed. The place went silent. I was the last one out, slowly turning to door knob that had shut in front of me. When the latch clicked the whole nest of wasps attacked that hand.

I ran screaming bloody murder and everyone came out to see...

My hand swelled up like a softball.