About 18 years ago, I was working at that one shathole dealership, and the parts lookup area was in a back stockroom, and one nice spring morning I noticed a hole in one of the ceiling tiles, and wasp/hornets were clumsily flying in and out of it, but being still in early spring, they were still kind of cold and sluggish, so I tried to keep aware
of them.
I had several customers in there, as I was looking up parts {books, no computer}. As I was waiting on hold on the phone, thumbing through a pricebook, I saw a big wasp drop out of the hole and head straight for my face.
It landed right below my eye and just clung there, the customers didn't notice. I took the price book and began smacking my face in a wide sweeping swing, to try and knock the wasp off without getting stung. I couldn't move it because it was in a slight depression guarded by my cheek and brow.
After about 5 or so blows, it finally stung me and I finally knocked it off, and stomped the little ****.
The look on the customer's faces was priceless.... They all thought I was a tad crazy before then....
Trying to explain about the wasp didn't help to convince them otherwise..