Those darn hornets are nothing to laugh at. I got hit by one after school when we all got out at our mountainside bus stop above Taipei (Taipei American School, 1978 I think), and some bright light decided to jazz things up by throwing rocks at a giant paper nest built on a utility pole nearby. The hornets were so big you could see them individually from 100 feet away. He got a couple of good hits in, and the nest exploded! We bravely scattered in every direction, but there was no getting away from their righteous wrath. Halfway home, one them got me on the shoulder, and it felt like I’d been struck by a baseball bat. I’ve been stung by a number of domestic species, but none of them have quite had that same savage kick. They call ’em Murder Hornets for a reason.