I know a lot of men and women who shriek at the sight of a fuzzy buzzing little creature, the bee (wasp, bumblebee etc – doesn’t seem to matter). Despite countless stings, I have always loved bees of all kinds. As a child, my mission would be to patrol the swimming pool (whenever I was at one) for drowning bees, and then carefully “save” them by perching them on a sunny patch of concrete to dry off and fly away, with or without stinging me. However, never in my wildest bee-friend fantasies did I ever imagine myself with a teaming beard of bees like these crazy people. I love honey and all, and I think bees are pretty cute, but I don’t want them all up in my shit like this. Are these people genuinely happy to have thousands of bees all over their bodies, or are those grim smiles of fear? Check out a weird and wacky gallery of bee-faced freakazoids after the jump.