That does happen rarely. One of the guys I used to work with got a bald faced hornet down his plumber's crack on a job just west of Pensacola. He was running around wailing like banshee on meth while we panicked because we didn't know what the hell was wrong with him, just that he was apparently dying. We didn't know if it was demonic possession or rabies or what, but we had to chase him down to find out. I kinda felt bad for the hornet. If I'd been going about my day and suddenly found myself trapped between two giant sweaty ass cheeks on one of the hairiest men I've ever seen, I'd have been lashing out at the world, too.