Watch your raspberries!
I was in heaven, when on a walk I unexpectedly arrived at a host of ripe wild raspberries on bushes ripe for picking. I moved on and found yet more and more. The berries were sweet, you could almost drink their moistness. I walked a little between the discoveries of fruit laden finds, munching some of the small berry clusters growing at each bush stop. 'Forest' upon 'forest' of fruit bushes presented themselves. Yum.
I picked a few more raspberries, popped them into my mouth, then refilled my hand with more and popped them into my mouth and so it happily continued. This was truly one of nature's delights. But, the little fruits became unexpectedly wild. A sharp hot needle invaded the roof of my mouth. I swiftly blew back the couple of raspberries that were there, into my hand. Oh dear, there was a little bee in one of the fruit clusters, it had done what nature intended, poor thing.
Deciding not to take any risks with bee stings, I made a swift retreat home.