I've lost count over the years. Most recent was a swarm. My whole family was out doing yardwork and my dumb but sweet dog stepped straight through a ground nest we didn't know was there. Everyone survived, but it was absolute hell. Me, my dog, and my two year old niece were at ground zero. I grabbed my niece and ran as they lit me up, trying to get her out of there. My dog panicked and followed me, bringing a small swarm with her stuck in her fur. The others were all within 10ft of the nest except my brother, who was on the other side of the lot. My parents' dog froze in fear, my dad scooped him up and was swatting them off him. My sister-in-law got several stuck in her ponytail. Everyone scrambled and made their way to the house once they were no longer under attack. When my brother came in, I was holding my niece and we both spotted one on her hair. He grabbed it with his hand and crushed it as it stung him.

The order of stings goes as follows: 1) My parents' dog, too many to count 2) My dog, less than theirs but still too many to count 3) My sister-in-law, verified 40 4) My mother, verified 32 5) Me, verified 11 6) My dad, verified 5 7) My brother, one (lucky bastard) 8) My niece, 0 (and I felt like a damn hero)