I never got stung by the bees who I fed. In Meridan, I saved a bee from a kiddie pool by fishing her out with a stick. Her wings were soft and stuck to her body and she made buzzing sounds that Sarah ran from, but I just took it as a call for help. I held the stick she clung to close to my face so that I could see her eyes and watch her mouth as she sipped water off of her legs to get dry. After about half an hour, she buzzed away happily and I congraduated myself for saving her tiny life so that she could make more honey.
I read somewhere once, probably in my Wildlife Fact File, that bees loved anything sweet and were also attracted to bright flower-like colors. I also learned that all worker bees are female. I thought this unjust for all the worker bees to be female, all of them to work all day and half the night making honey, all to feed their fat lazy queen and her numerous male mates. So one day I decided to make bee food. Food coloring, sugar and corn syrup. I walked out to the back yard where I knew the bees' hive was lodged in a thorn bush, and placed the baby food jar lid on a rock right next to it. The bees buzzed around my head and face, landed on my arms and I stood there, wondering why they did not notice the cool drink I made for them. I knew that they would not sting me, and they crawled across my arms, about five or so of them, tickling. Once one bee caught wind of the bee treat that I made, they all began to land cautiously onto the tin to sip the brightly colored sugar. I left them to their treat, happy that their queen was left to her own devices.