Many years ago I had gout (bear with me as the bee thing will come up). Hurt like crazy every step I took, every muscle movement, every jaring bounce in the road was painful.
I finally gave in and started taking the gout medicine. Directions said to take a pill every hour until you poo. So, I popped one in my mouth, took a slug of Mountain Dew and went towards SLC. Next hour, same, next hour same. About Grand Junction, I felt a bit of rumbling, but no poo.
Got to camp (at a little over 10K MSL) and on the way up the hill.....bingo, the poo came out. I walked around a bit, kinda smug, and started setting up the tent, normally a 45 minute job.
Not this time as that gout medicine really kicked in. It took me nearly 4 hours to put the tent up. I just hung my butt over the trailer tongue. The sound....it was like a cow pizzzzing on a flat rock. By this time I had given up on keeping my pants/underwear on and just went at setting up camp with boots and a smile.
It was already warm out and the poo was getting some attention from a handful of bees. Maybe they were meat bees, I don't know and was not concerned about their genealogy. All I cared about was the idea that my sack was just above the object of their attention. I had two options to chase the bees away; the Kimber on my hip or a can of WD-40.
I ended up moving the trailer and dousing my poo with kerosene.