I did a dumb thing this morning. I went down to change a bottom board on a gentle hive (partly cloudy skies, 65 degrees F and breezy). My smoker was out by the time I got there (I lit the fuel left over from last time, but I underestimated how much was left for this short operation). As I lifted the hive from the bottom board, I heard a buzz, saw a cloud of bees at the entrance, and felt stinging at my ankles. Those otherwise gentle bees defended their hive with unexpected zeal. A cloud of bees chased me 100 feet to the screened porch and into the House. About ten were still stinging me through my clothes inside the house. I wish I had an excuse for going ahead without smoke....I guess I felt invulnerable with my jacket and gloves :temporaryinsanity: They are not domesticated, they are wild and just living in your/my boxes. Who will cast the first stone?