Its a wonder I've never been stung. A few years back (when I was little. Well... 12) myself and my friends thought it would be a really good idea to collect wasps in jars and torment them.

Then someone had the better idea of building a huge Lego fort out of the big clear space station bits and packing it full of wasps. So its the middle of summer and we have a big collection of angry wasps in their mini-greenhouse. Someone is nominated to look after the wasps at night (so that they can't escape) - my friends younger brother gets the task.

Now I wasn't there at the time, but apparently at about 3am, their cat knocks the Lego fort off the desk and releases about 50 pissed-off waps. His screams of terror could be heard in the next 2 houses.

Oh those were the days.