I wish bees weren't so maligned. My Dad and I raised bees when I was a little girl. They were like our pets. They really are docile and industrious little critters. In all the years we raised bees, the only time I got stung was when I did something dumb--and I did it knowing that I would probably get stung! My Dad did three tours in Vietnam and I took care of the bees while he was gone. He wrote me letters with instructions on what to do next.
Anyway . . . bees are some of my favorite people. If we didn't have bees, we wouldn't have honey, fruits, vegetables, etc. Wasps and Yellow Jackets, now that's a different story. I hate those buggers.