Anecdote: my grandfather's house had a tree with a pretty big beehive. The bees would be everywhere in the garden. He was least bothered by them and considered

Anecdote: my grandfather's house had a tree with a pretty big beehive. The bees would be everywhere in the garden. He was least bothered by them and considered bee stings to be only marginally more annoying than mosquito bites. However, me and mom were not so nonchalant about the bees (this was during our annual visit during summer vacations in school so we were not really used to the bee scene). A honey collector happened to be going around looking for honeycombs and grandpa called him to collect honey from the hive (probably to get rid of the bees). We watched as the guy skillfully climbed the tree (the hive was located fairly high) with just a net as mask while wearing normal clothes - no protective suit etc. Bees probably stung him hundreds of times but he didn't really care - if he flinched, we didn't see any of that from that distance. He got a whole lot of wax and three jars of honey of which he gave us a jar as payment. I enjoyed the honey but couldn't have too much of it at any time. Once I had more than a few spoons and started feeling hot and sweaty. Grandpa told that it was an indicator of it being "good" honey. He would daily eat a spoonful of it during winters.