When I was around 10 years old I was in the car (windows down) drinking a pineapple soda.
Yes, pineapple. But that's not the point.
I suppose at some point I had stopped paying attention to the pineapple soda just long enough for a bee to get into the can from which I was enjoying this odd potion.
When I took a drink, the bee tried desperately to crawl through the pineapple soda and between my lips. It finally succeeded. It was easily the strangest sensation of my life up to that point (since eclipsed by the feel of one of
these), and I was spitting bee and pineapple soda all over the inside of the car, much to my mother's chagrin.
In hindsight, I can understand her bewilderment - it's not every day that the person next to you spontaneously starts spitting pineapple soda and bee all over the place, with no apparent reason.
It didn't sting me (thankfully), but I will say that if you ever have a bee crawl out of your pineapple soda and between your lips, you will NOT forget it. Ever.