I don't think it's an example of the smartest human behavior. One thing that I have alway's loved to do, whether in my youth, or into my adult years, is when I come across a bee's nest, I generally screw around with it. If it was an underground nest, my friend and I would sneak up with a shovel and dig it up. I remember coming across a wasp's nest and I didn't have the gut's but my gutsier friend walked up with a big can of wasp killer and sprayed the hell out of the nest and then ran like hell inside. I've gotten stung one time screwing around with bee's, I was about 9 year's old at the time, I had been spraying an underground nest of yellow jacket's with a hose without getting stung that I eventually got gutsy enough to walk up with a fly swatter and started swatting the hell out of the bee's and one got me right under my eye, I knew then to take more caution if I'm gonna screw around with future bee's nest as my eye had gotten quite swollen, it was right on the eye lid. I inflicted a good amount of bee casualties on the hive though prior to getting stung. My most recent interaction with the pest's was a few years ago when I was at my brother's house and he had two friend's over. First thing he told me was that the vacant house next door, which had some old garbage can's had some bee's living in the bottom of one of the can's. We would run up, kick the can, and then run back and watch a horde of 150 bee's come out, buzzing around looking for someone to sting but no where in sight. I've only been stung like 3x in my entire life (Once I got stung just running across the yard not screwing around with a bee's nest, it was completely random and my leg went into a brief state of paralysis), something about the danger of being stung 100x is appealing to me. My friend has this mean Doberman Pinscher, and he attack's with no warning a lot of the time. He has bitten several people bad, and is by every definition of the word a "dangerous dog". My friend told me to take his bone so I started to and he lunged at me. Just before he was about to give me a dog bite that would of easily put me in the hospital, my friend tackled him before he could bite hard. He broke the skin, but it wasn't a bad bite. Something about that risk of winding up in the hospital bed for screwing around with something dangerous is appealing and I don't know why.