Brought up an old memory. It was 1967, I was 16 and a junior counsellor in summer (sleep-away) camp. I was in charge of 10 year olds.

They were outside the bunk, playing. I was inside, making out with my girlfriend. The kids came running in to announce they found a wasp or hornet's nest hanging outside the bunk. I desperately wanted to get back "to business" so I told them to go outside and throw rocks at the nest. The next thing I knew I was taking about a dozen 10 year olds to the infirmary for treatment of stings.

I guess thats why the camp didn't ask me back the following summer.