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Unlike most people, my father doesn't see bees as a threat as he is an amateur apaist(bee-keeper). So when a hive of honey bees was found in an old water heater on the property, he hoped he would be able to find them swarming and use the bees to create a free bee hive so he could raise bees again like he has done several times in his life. So we left the bees alone, but some how a swarm got into the underside of the house trailer that Chewy and his family were renting. Soon we had very large hive develop this summer, much to our surprise. Chewy's son Angel got stung and found out he was very allergic to bees as his left eyebrow swelled up to the size of a golf ball. The individual bees would chase anyone including me around the trailer, menacing them. Chewy tried to kill the bees by spraying wasp posion on them, but each time the hive would just grow back. It got really serious in August of this year as Chewy had hired a local handy man, Lee to mow the yard around his trailer. What we didn't know was that after the recent Hurricane, the bees had come back again and the flowed to attack Lee as he was mowing the lawn. Lee had to go to the hospital as he was very allergic to bees, and which we didn't know about (I would've never let him mow that lawn if I had known that). Lee survived the attack, but he won't mow my lawn anymore. The bees would strike again as one stung me in my scalp shortly afterward(first time a bee had stung me in my life). I followed my father's advice he had given me long ago, never squash a bee near it's hive, as the smell of bee blood angers other bees and they will all sting you. The next day I saw Chewy, I had bought him lots of poison and asked to kill the bees again. As I walked out the door after talking to him a bee immediately stung me in the neck. I walked back into the house with the still angry bee buzzing to get free it's stinger from my neck and calmly took the stinger out as I used meat tenderizer to calm the wound. Chewy poisoned the bees again and I thought that was that after they disappeared. But on Sunday night, I was laying out some important paper that got wet during the rain inside an old room inside the trailer Chewy's family was renting. I knew the Hurricane had weakened the floor of this trailer's west end, as it was made of particle board and the hurricane force winds had soaked the bottom of the floor. I took one step away from the drying documents and that foot went through a weak spot in the floor into a new honeycomb that bees had been building under the house again. Luckily it was still dark, so I only received 6 or seven stings before I quickly yanked my leg out of the the hive and the bees didn't come out in force to attack me. I treated my wounds and then hobbled over to the building to the steel pile we use to build machines with. I took a small sheet of stainless and used it to cover the whole. I don't know if it was just that many sting for sure as my leg is still itchy from the stings. I bought more effective foggers to deal with the bees. But the strangest thing happened the night afterward as a mosquito had landed on that smarting stung part of my leg and began to drink blood out of it. The mosquito's action actually made my leg feel oddly better. When I looked down at the mosquito, it had bloated to it's full size and then dropped off my leg and onto the floor dead. Had it died from the bee venom?