Oh the foibles of youth!
My older brother, being my older brother, decided that he knew more about beekeeping than I did after I'd been teaching him for most of the summer ( I was still busy learning from my mentor). He decided that he wanted to harvest the honey off of one of the hives at night so the bees wouldn't bother him. Also, being my older brother, he had a tendency not to listen to what I was telling him.
S,o against my advice, he opened the hive, propped the top super on it's side and began smoking the bees out of the super. From my spot on my grandmothers back porch I watched as a swarm of bees began walking out of the hive entrance, made a circle around to the back of the hive and divided into 2 branches. One branch of bees went up the left leg and the other branch of bees went up the right leg. When he moved he got stung from his hip pockets to his shoe tops, down both legs.
It was one the funniest things I've seen in my life, and the fact it happened because my older brother wouldn't listen to his younger brother made it even funnier with a smidgen of revenge tossed in. I had to go back in the morning and harvest the honey and the bees were still hot. This is a hive I used to go into in my bathing suit or inspect while I was doing my paper route as my grandmother's house was about a mile from our house.
When I say a swarm of bee that's what I mean, the bees walked in a thick swath, like the do when when a swarm walks into a hive.