I find this to be a very unusual career choice and an even more puzzling avocation.

First, who was the first person to consume this bee excrement and predict that it would be great in our morning tea? Why am I thinking that this looks like bee shit to me?

They then learn that it’s not coming from the butt, but it is actually bee vomit; what a relief!

Wouldn’t you think that after the first ten or twenty bee stings, you might decide this hobby is not for you and go back to collecting baseball cards?

And how many lives were lost before the EpiPen was discovered? The invention of the EpiPen is akin to the invention of the helmet. Instead of ceasing to pursue head-cracking activities, we prefer to invent a funny little hat to permit us to continue cracking our heads. 

Why not just stay the fuck away from the bees?