Bees?

Me, forty minutes from now

Now there is all sorts of talk around of me doing a bee hive here at work.  Oh, well, you only die once.  Actually, I'd love to become a bee dude, show up all crusty in some surprisingly expensive flannel shirt and be the guy who just puts his hand into 30,000 bees and either doesn't get stung or, better, gets stung ten times but is more tough than mule hide and is thus unfazed.